"Isn't Mr. Brighthall there at the mansion?""No, he's not here, and I can't reach his phone either. I don't know what happened!"Sam leaped up from bed and put his coat over himself. "Alright, Miss McKinnon, calm down, okay? The last time he called me, he told me he was going to eat with Miss Collins. It's late now, but they could still be eating together somewhere. I'll look for him immediately and tell you the moment I find him.""Okay. Thanks, Sam."Deirdre ended the call, her heart on a grill. She did not mind Brendan not coming home, but to do that without any news or even answering her call? That was just fuel for her worries, especially since she had no idea what had happened on his end!What if those people had laid their hands on him!?Deirdre sank into the couch, determined to wait for his return. Consternation shadowed Mrs. Engel as she watched until finally, she suggested softly, "Mrs. Brighthall, I really think you should go back to your room and sleep. You're pregn
Ophelia's blood boiled while Deirdre looked on, apologetic. "I'm sorry, Mom! I just… couldn't help but feel a little worried, okay? Brendan has never not answered my call or not left me a message somewhere before, so…""Worried?" Ophelia snickered. Mrs. Engel knew what that meant. She swooped in immediately. "Wait, Mrs. McKinnon! We need to wait until Mr. Brighthall is back so they can settle it themselves!""What's there to settle, huh? Especially after what he did! Who does he take my daughter for!?" Ophelia's voice shook with fury. "I can't believe you, Simone. You're acting like he's your master you must defend just because he pays you? Think about it! Ask yourself honestly. Is it fair to sweep this under the carpet instead of letting Dee know!?"Mrs. Engel was flustered. "No, Mrs. McKinnon, that's not what I'm doing here! He pays me, but it doesn't mean I don't know who's the one looking out for me the most. I only answered his call for a housekeeper because I wanted to care
"Oh really? Then how did Deirdre go blind?"Mrs. Engel froze. Deirdre's lips turned pale as though someone had run a knife through her chest.Ophelia was right. Brendan had always been a cold man. Others had the luxury of remaining ignorant of it, but she was his victim. She should have that carved in the crevices of her brain, yet she had allowed herself to forget all of the pain and agony she had gone through over the years. She had forgotten about the things he had done to her.He was being nice to her now, but was it for her or for the child he fathered?Her faith in him was shaking. A thought—one that should not have come to form—dawned on her. If she had not gotten knocked up, would he still treasure her so lovingly and gently? Would he love her?It was true. Brendan had changed a lot since Emily showed up. He hugged and touched her less. Maybe all he ever cared about was his offspring, while the mother? The mother had always been nothing more but a dispensable placeholder f
"Sorry. I wanted to send you home, but the mansion is so far away from Delicioso, and it was really late at night. As such, I thought of letting you rest in a hotel instead.""It's alright. It's not all your fault."Brendan immediately called Sam, who answered him at the first second. "Finally! You're finally on your phone!" he cried out frantically. "I saw what happened on the Internet," said Brendan. "Come to the hotel and settle the surveillance camera footage. PR work is in need."Sam gave a hum of affirmation before adding, "Oh, and sir? Miss McKinnon called in the wee hours. The scandal happened so quickly and got viral so soon that I've been busy coordinating censoring work and getting a sense of what happened, so I haven't told her anything yet. You should get back to the mansion and… Well, you have to explain it to her."Brendan's heart stopped for a second. He hung up the call and immediately raced to the elevator, leaving his suit behind in his room. "Wait, Mr. Brigh
Deirdre raised her head and looked at him apathetically as though Brendan was just some random guy on the street. She would not even spare him anything more than that."Let me go to sleep, Brendan. I'm tired.""Dee…" Brendan took a deep breath. "Please let me in. Just sleep, okay? In the meantime, I'll explain everything to you."Deirdre turned away from him and pulled the door a little more ajar. Brendan's eyes brightened up before Deirdre declared, "I'm going to count to three before I slam the door shut, so take your hand away. If the door catches your hand in between, though, it's not my fault."As it turned out, she had only opened the door a little wider so he could withdraw his hand. "Three."Two."One."Deirdre did exactly as she said she would—she swung the door back to its frame. But the door stopped shy from being shut completely. Something was blocking it—and then she heard a soft gasp escaping him.Deirdre froze. Did he just… let his hand stay there? Was he cra
"I was completely unconscious from the beginning, and I only woke up about half an hour ago. And only then I realized I have gone viral." He continued. "Miss Collins and I had never been alone in the same room before. Do you really think her assistant would be there to watch us doing it together?"He sounded grim, his words weighed by the gravity of his sincerity. It even stunned Deirdre. Brendan took a step back from her and turned around. Before he left, he added, "I'll settle this thing to the best of my abilities, so don't… cast me away just yet."He left as hurriedly as he came. Only his words remained, echoing in Deirdre's brain over and over. 'I'll settle this thing to the best of my abilities, so don't… cast me away just yet.'Somehow, she sensed an undercurrent of forlornness in his voice. She breathed hard. It felt like her chest was stuffed with cotton. Brendan drove to the nearest store. Emily was already there, talking with Sam, though she quickly greeted him the
Ophelia put on a cardigan and a coat before leaving the villa to get some baking ingredients.Seizing this chance, Mrs. Engel stepped forward, ready to offer consolation to Deirdre, when the latter suddenly said, "Sorry to trouble you, but can you wait for my mom's return in the living room? I'm a little sleepy since I didn't get any rest yesterday and slept only half an hour this morning. I'll go for a nap."Deirdre looked so worn out that the light in her eyes seemed to have dimmed. Feeling a pang in her chest, Mrs. Engel immediately replied, "Of course! Please, go for it."Deirdre rose and walked up the stairs. Mrs. Engel balked for a second and added, "If… If I receive any news from Mr. Brighthall, I'll inform you straight away, okay?"Deirdre paused in her tracks a little, but she ultimately said nothing before continuing her journey into her room. She closed her door.It had been half a day. There had been no news from him, so… there would not be any news of him anymore, s
Deirdre walked toward Mrs. Engel and took the phone. Placing it close to her ears revealed that it was a rather noisy place wherever Brendan was. "What is it?""Dee." He took a deep breath. "Please switch on the TV. I want you to listen to what's being said there. I made do with what I've promised."Someone called him and told him he had been stalling enough time. Something about "our time is running out." It forced him to shorten whatever he had planned to say and ended it with a simple, "Watch closely, Dee."The call ended. Mrs. Engel asked instantly, "So, what did he say, Mrs. Brighthall?"Deirdre was stunned. She had no idea what he could have meant. Why had he asked her to switch on the TV? Was something about to happen?"Nothing," she answered flatly. She retook her seat and told herself to calm down. In the end, though, she rose and said, "Please turn on the TV, Mrs. Engel."The older woman was baffled but did as she was told posthaste. The screen lit up. Mrs. Engel lo
"Where is she?"Brendan stared at him, utterly surprised. Sean's voice trembled a bit, but his eyes held a clear and hopeful gaze.Brendan finally calmed down and looked behind him. "There, that's your mother."This was the first time Sean had spoken. Deirdre felt her mind buzzing. When she snapped back to reality, she extended her hand. "Sean, come here."Sean's eyes held gentle amazement. He was intelligent—perhaps he had sensed it on the way there. Thus, his feelings were a blend of happiness and satisfaction.He felt joy that Deirdre was going to be his mother.Being a kid, he took a few steps but couldn't stop his tears, holding onto Deirdre firmly.Deirdre suppressed her own urge to cry and crouched down, wiping away his tears. "Do you... hate mom for not being there and not recognizing you?"Sean shook his head frantically. "As long as you're here… That's enough…"Deirdre hugged him tightly, and Brendan approached, wrapping them both in his embrace.When they brought S
"I was too young back then, still sulking with my father," Brendan replied after recalling his childhood.Arthur chuckled. "Kids will be kids, after all. Besides, your father was an excellent businessman, and you've followed in his footsteps. I've heard about your impressive success with the business in Neve. You're truly talented. With the Parkers under your control, I can finally relax." Brendan thought it was just praise from an elder. He was about to give a humble response when he got surprised by the rest of the statement. This made him freeze in place."The Parkers?" Deirdre was equally surprised."What's wrong?" Arthur beamed. "Don't you both already have children? Although you've divorced, your relationship is still strong. Don't tell me there's no thought of remarriage?""Remarriage? It's not the right time yet." Deirdre blushed from the teasing."It'll come eventually. If that's the case, then you are both part of the Parkers now. You're my only daughter, and he's my s
Beneath the envelope lay the evidence. Deirdre stared at it for a long time, with Brendan by her side, offering silent support.The next day, they boarded a plane back to Southedge. Within three days, news of the top political figure's downfall due to corruption spread like wildfire throughout Southedge, even captivating the interest of other cities.Upon learning the full story in his study, Arthur's aging face was stained with tears of regret. "If only I had known sooner... I wouldn't have let your mother leave like that."Deirdre lowered her gaze and handed the letter to Arthur. "My mother explains in the letter that her departure was a voluntary sacrifice to protect everyone. She never blamed you."Arthur gazed at the letter, struggling to find the right words.Deirdre left silently, shutting the door.-Ryker was also brought to the police station. Under Sterling's methods, he confessed to the murders. Emily faced the same outcome.All of them waited for their trials.-
The distance from Southedge to Village Alnwick was immense, yet Brendan displayed unwavering resolve."Then let's depart today," he said.As Deirdre bid farewell to Arthur, an unexpected glimmer of sadness flickered in his eyes. "Visiting your mother's grave, huh? Okay, go ahead. Take care of yourself, don't overexert.""Yes," Deirdre replied. Faced with Arthur's hesitant gaze, she felt compelled to add, "Dad, I'll be back."Arthur met Deirdre's gaze, hope rekindling in his eyes.Deirdre softly sighed. "You're my father, my family. Of course, I'll return." "Really? You mean it?" Arthur's excitement made his hands tremble slightly. He held onto Deirdre as if wanting to convey something, but all that emerged was a murmur, "Then please return early... Come back as soon as you can...""Sure. I have a friend coming over later today. Take care of him. Oh, and my boyfriend is here, too. Don't worry about the specifics. I'll explain everything upon my return."As she stepped out, Bren
"Brendan Brighthall?" Ryker wiped away his own nosebleed. "How did you manage to come from Neve? Didn't I ask Emily to keep an eye on you? That useless fool who can't even accomplish simple tasks.""Choosing to control minds with drugs all along, you should have anticipated this outcome." Brendan acted roughly. As he got up, he took the key from Ryker and placed Ryker on a chair.Deirdre clenched Brendan's sleeve tightly. Sensing her tension, Brendan embraced her to calm her down."It's okay. I'm sorry for coming back so late, making you go through this.""It's not your fault. Your timely arrival saved me from further trouble. It's my own foolishness... I let him find something to use against me," Deirdre said, shaking her head weakly.Brendan frowned, cupping Deirdre's face. "He wasn't someone easily deceived, to begin with. You've done well. I'm the one who brought you into this danger, which is unforgivable."Brendan's dark eyes were filled with intense emotions. He had arrive
Deirdre hugged Ryker, resting her head on his chest as he patted her back. "By the way, you're not curious about where I went after I left early this morning?"Deirdre realized the hidden meaning behind Ryker's words, retreated from Ryker's embrace little by little, and looked at him.Ryker's eyes, as enigmatic as ever, held a clarity that seemed to pierce through everything. "I went to the hospital."He didn't wait for Deirdre to respond. "Because I was curious why I was so sleepy last night for no reason. Any ordinary person might chalk it up to exhaustion. But I know my body too well. You drugged me."Deirdre felt a sudden chill running down her spine.Ryker took a step forward casually, but his eyes were full of killing intent. "I underestimated you, Deirdre. Your acting skills are far more impressive than I imagined. You nearly had me fooled. You deserve an Oscar. What a pity that you're now in my hands."Deirdre retreated abruptly, but she found a cold wall barring her esca
Deirdre was momentarily stunned as she watched Arthur search around the study. Eventually, he uncovered a rusty key from a drawer.Arthur raised the key. "Is this what your mother desired?"Deirdre's mind raced, thoughts swirling. "Is this from my mother?"A hint of disappointment shadowed Arthur's eyes as he nodded. "This is the only thing she left me before she departed. She didn't explain why. She just made me promise to keep this key and never search for her."Although I agreed, the thought of it weighed heavily on me. So, I hid the key in a corner of the drawer instead of treating it like any other possession. In hindsight, I shouldn't have made that promise. I shouldn't have let her go alone."Deirdre's voice wavered, confusion evident. But as realization dawned, her heart raced. "Can you give me the key?"Arthur earnestly nodded, his expression solemn. "This belongs to your mother. I'm willing to give it to you whenever you're ready. To be honest, I'm relieved to pass it o
The butler nodded and guided Deirdre to the study's door. Gathering her emotions, she pushed it open.Arthur's attention was on some documents, but the door's creak made him look up. He met Deirdre's gaze, causing a subtle flicker of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes."Deirdre..." He set aside the file. "Did you just wake up? Hungry? I'll have the kitchen prepare something."Deirdre shook her head, closing the door gently."Not hungry. I came to talk.""Everything okay?" Concern colored Arthur's expression. Though he seemed worried she might leave, he tried to hide it. "Go ahead. I'm with you."Deirdre found his reaction slightly amusing. "I'm not leaving."A spark returned to Arthur's eyes. "Then what's up?"As Deirdre grew more serious, she said, "I came to Southedge not just for a visit. I want to know if my mother left something with you before she passed. Something significant.""Left something?" Arthur was puzzled. "She left several things. Which one do you mean?"De
Brendan's eyes held a hint of pity as he spoke hesitantly. "Your mother took that item away."He gently touched Deirdre's face. "That man kidnapped your mother years ago. I don't know what happened during that time. Maybe he hurt your mother and wanted to keep her forcibly. Eventually, your mother found a chance to escape back to your father with the man's item."She left suddenly while pregnant with you, not out of hatred for your father, but to protect you. Now, that person is unsure if your mother or Arthur has the item. Thus, he aimed to kidnap both you and your father, taking his time to retrieve them."Deirdre's mind was overwhelmed, flooded with information that threatened to drown her. This unexpected revelation left her in disbelief.'My mother left my father because of me? And the mastermind behind Ryker is responsible for my mother's kidnapping?'"So that item holds significant importance for this person, enough to bring him down, right?" Deirdre forced herself to calm