Emily snickered. "Well, well, well. Looks like I'm on the backseat, then."She pulled the door open and got into the back. Brendan quietly sidled up to Deirdre and wrapped his arm around her. She sniped a glance at him. "What? You think I'm being too forceful, don't you?""Oh, no. Not at all." He smiled. "On the contrary, I love how possessive you are. The angrier you are and the more you push, the more you must care."Deirdre's cheeks burned despite herself, but she checked herself and got to calm down. "You say that now, but it's not going to last. Once the novelty of me being 'possessive' wears off, you're just going to think I'm irritating."Brendan's breath hitched a little. He took up her hand and pressed the back of her hand against his lips. "That day will never come, Dee. Never. If it does, then may I be struck by lightning, catch fire, incinerate to—"Deirdre covered his mouth. "Enough already. Get into the car."Brendan's eyes quivered, his face soft with care. She w
"How… How could this happen?" murmured Mrs. Engel. The weight of realization set in, and she suddenly understood she was well past the point of struggle. Her face turned ashen. "I'm sorry, Mr. Brighthall. I'm sorry, Mrs. Brighthall," she said finally. Emily sneered. "What's the point of that, exactly? I am glad that I'm not so easily goaded into working together with the enemy! Anyone else would have jumped at your offer, I bet. Really, though, wouldn't your conscience hurt if anything were to happen to Miss McKinnon? Won't you feel at least a little… I don't know, queasy?"Mrs. Engel was shaking, but she kept her mouth shut. Deirdre tried to get herself out of the mind-numbing buzz in her head. She stared at that vague, blurry figure before her, and her mind began to recall all the times she had spent with Mrs. Engel. It was just so hard to believe. Mrs. Engel, the housekeeper who was ever so attentive as she was stalwart—that Mrs. Engel was in cahoots with the same syndicate w
“I closed off the walls around my heart long ago. I made sure never to trust anyone easily again… that’s why. Honestly, there are few people whom I really trusted. Which is why I… I can’t believe that one of the few people left in this world, whom I believed could never hurt me, ended up being Mrs. Engel.”Brendan wiped the glistening sweat off her skin, but Deirdre caught his hand instead. “Let her go, Bren.”Brendan regarded her pale, ashen expression silently. If it were up to him, he would ensure Simone got what she rightfully deserved. He would punish her over every single transgression against Deirdre—turn Simone into an advertising board as to why those people should have never harmed her. Yet, after calming down from her initial shock, here Deirdre was, asking for Brendan to let Mrs. Engel go.He could not help but be moved. “I don’t know if she wants to harm me, but I can tell that what she genuinely had for me was care and comfort. Taking care of me is not an easy feat
Mrs. Engel felt as though someone had pressed bristles of needles into her skin. Her face turned pale, and she closed her eyes. "I know you're not going to trust me no matter what I say, Mr. Brighthall, but I have never hurt Mrs. Brighthall in my entire life. She… She's always been so kind to me…"She faltered and turned to beg Deirdre instead. "Please, let me bid you farewell, at least?"Brendan was about to reject her again, but Deirdre took a deep breath and said, "Okay.""Dee?""I'll talk to her somewhere you can see, Brendan." Deirdre comforted him. "And she's right about one thing. She can't really harm me in any way. So, don't worry."Brendan's forehead creased from the strength of his frown, but since this was Deirdre's wish, he ended up letting her have her wish. He shot one last warning glance at Mrs. Engel before removing his coat and putting it around Deirdre. "Talk in some place shielded from the gale. I don't want you to catch a cold.""Okay."Deirdre pulled the
“Keep an eye out on the people around you.”With that, Mrs. Engel let go of Deirdre’s hand and took her luggage. She left.Deirdre was in a daze. Brendan approached her, caressed her nipping cheeks, frowning, and asked, “What did she say to you? You don’t look so good.” Deirdre reeled herself out of her stupor. “I’m fine,” she replied, hanging her head low. “She told me she’s leaving the country with her youngest son.”“Leaving?” Brendan was shocked, but his surprise was short-lived. “Good. At least our paths won’t ever cross again.”“I agree.” She nodded and let Brendan scoop her into the mansion. Deirdre lay on her bed, but her brain was busy thinking about the things Mrs. Engel had said before she left.‘Keep an eye on the people around you.’ That was what she had said, but on who? And why?Mrs. Engel almost seemed too defensive. She left before Deirdre could make sense of her cryptic message, but something about her tone carried a quiet but powerful sense of severity. Mrs
Deirdre knew she was demanding, but Brendan might start accepting Emily into his trusted circle if she did nothing. "You can think of this as me being unreasonable and juvenile. You can suspect me of picking a bone with her, too. I don't care. I just don't want to see you and Emily getting closer."And! I don't want the two of you texting each other, either. I want the two of you to be strangers to one another. If you're talking to her because you're wondering how my recovery is going, ask me instead. I'm going to be the middlewoman between the two of you!"The room sank into a strange, prolonged silence after she finished. As time ticked on, Deirdre felt colder and colder in her chest. Her face became a steely frown. "Oh, is it too much for you, Brendan? Never mind, then. Forget what I asked."She was about to turn away from him when Brendan's arms around her waist tightened.Then his lips merged with hers. They came in strong. Effusive. Like flames. Deirdre also could not handle
The glow in Deirdre's eyes dimmed a little. She thinned her lips. "Mrs. Engel was just saying that so you wouldn't feel down if she said her goodbye.""Goodbye?" Ophelia took a sharp breath. "What?""Mrs. Engel left. Her youngest son is moving abroad, and she's following him. She's been working for so long, so now that her son is willing to provide for her for retirement, she really doesn't have a reason to keep working as a domestic worker.""I… see." Ophelia could not even hide the dejection in her tone. "Well, maybe it's a great thing! Living with her son like that, no longer needing to rise early!""Exactly."Ophelia kept her mood up. "Well, I guess I'll take over Simone's work from today! I'm good at making food and doing chores, too. I know I'm not as efficient and fast as Simone, but I'm close enough if I do say so myself! That will save hiring costs, too."Deirdre froze. "Wait, you don't have to—""Why not? You're pregnant! This will make it easier for me to take care of
The Sullivans were one of the Brighthall Group's partners, so Brendan should likely attend the event as a show of support. Thus, he nodded.Emily smiled sweetly. "They invited me to the event, too! Will you drive me to the venue together?"Brendan frowned and replied steelily, "No. We aren't going together.""Why not?" Emily's expression froze. "You're not going to the Sullivans'?""I'm only going to show up at the end of the event to give them a gift. Are you only going to appear when the event's about to end?"When the event was almost over? No way Emily could afford to go only then! This was the sort of event she needed to expand her connections!Her moping aside, she smiled graciously. "Oh, that's too bad. I was hoping to gain some peripheral attention when everyone's looking at you, Mr. Brighthall. It will really help Collins Pharmaceuticals' business, I bet."She was at least smart enough to make it sound like she was just trying to use Brendan, not because she was vying f
"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