After hanging up the phone, he walked over and picked up Mark, who was still sitting slumped at the door by the collar. His cold eyes were like sharp blades as he said, "You said that you came here because Deirdre gave you $100,000. If you are lying, I'll make you regret coming here!"Mark couldn't help shivering and hurriedly glanced at Emily.Emily shook her head, and he immediately wore a panicked expression. "Mr. Brighthall! I swear on my honor. Ms. McKinnon insisted that I do this! And I thought you agreed! Otherwise, I dare not do such a thing, no matter how ballsy I am!"Just then, Brendan threw him outside. "What qualifications does a crude man like you, who can be bribed with money alone, to swear on your honor?"With a frosty look, he said, "Get out!"Mark hurriedly got up and ran away in fear.Meanwhile, Emily stepped forward to comfort him, but Brendan looked over coldly. "Why are you still here?"Emily froze for a moment. The man's disgust for her was too obvious, a
"Brendan, since you believe so much in Emily's words and think that I will go to any lengths to prove myself, then you should be with her. Let me go!"Brendan's pupils shrank in shock, and he looked at Deirdre in disbelief."You want to go?""Obviously?" Deirdre clutched the blanket, and her heart ached. She would have never imagined that they would reach this point before the child was born. "You don't even have basic trust in me, so what else do we have to talk about?" Then, Brendan grabbed her wrist, and his handsome face tensed up. "What trust do you want? Deirdre, I trusted you, so I went to investigate Mark. In the end, the result of the investigation was completely different from what you said!"His company hasn't been targeted at all. It's all because of his own doing. He gambled and went after women. No matter how much I trust you, I must distinguish the facts! You slandered and vilified Emily again and again. Do I have to do the same as you and slander and vilify her to
"I'm tired. Go out. I'm going to rest."It was daytime, and the weather was not that cold. For some reason, Deirdre felt that the world was devoid of warmth. She also knew that the gap between herself and Brendan had widened, and she was extremely disappointed with Brendan at the moment.Brendan didn't insist on staying any longer. Instead, he pressed his hurting temple and slammed the door as he made his way out.In the next few days, Deirdre and Brendan grew colder and colder toward each other. Ophelia asked Deirdre about it several times but found that Deirdre was not enthusiastic in her replies, so she stopped asking.Deirdre was still concerned about Sam's situation. After all, she was the one who had dragged Sam into this rashly, so she took the risk and hid in her room to call Sam.Her calls weren't answered many times, but it finally got through this time. Deirdre hurriedly asked, "Sam! Is that you?""It's me, Ms. McKinnon." Sam's voice sounded normal, but she didn't know
When Deirdre passed by, Brendan grabbed her arm abruptly."Where are you going?" He had drunk some alcohol today, so his head was aching slightly. He warned in a low voice, "Deirdre, don't make me angry."Deirdre's teeth chattered as she looked up at him. "Make you angry? Are you going to hit me?"These words made Brendan's face sour. He leaned close to her as if to coax her or to give in."Deirdre, how could I?"Deirdre tilted her head to avoid his approaching lips. He reeked of alcohol, which made her uncomfortable. In the past, he never came here reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. The details already told her everything."How could you? You can even attack your subordinate, who treats you so well. How about a woman who can be replaced at any time?"As soon as she finished her sentence, Brendan's face turned cold."Are you here to seek justice for Sam?"Deirdre withdrew her hand and said, "I wouldn't dare. After all, I can't even explain myself, although you view me as such
Deirdre didn't dare to think about it. Just thinking about it gave her a chill.The next morning, when she came down from upstairs and met Brendan, she was still slightly frightened.Fortunately, Brendan had completely calmed down. When he saw Deirdre, there was a look of guilt in his eyes. "Deirdre, yesterday...""You don't need to say anything." Deirdre resisted the discomfort in her heart. "You didn't do anything to me anyway."Brendan sounded absent-minded and disgusted with himself. "I won't do it again. Sorry."He left after eating while Deirdre was still biting a piece of toast in a daze, wondering if she had indeed been too indifferent to him. However, his actions and attitude toward Sam made her feel very uncomfortable.But right now, her priority was to get rid of Emily quickly. She at least wanted to make Brendan realize what kind of person Emily was.Mrs. Engel knew the ins and outs of the matter, so it would be better to start with her, but Mrs. Engel had gone abroa
Deirdre resisted the urge to explode in a fit of rage. "Since that's the case, why don't you make it up to her? You've already contacted her behind my back anyway. Merely compensating her is within your ability, right?"Brendan's face turned cold. He turned her face over and said seriously, "I contacted her all for your sake. Deirdre, even if you don't know how to be grateful, you shouldn't treat her so maliciously. Emily spent a lot of effort contacting the ophthalmologist for you. Aren't you a little moved?""Why would I be?" Deirdre pushed his hand away and got up from the bed. "If she could contact the ophthalmologist in the first place, why did she come to treat me in person? To put it bluntly, she made someone else come after this method failed. Do I have to thank her for ruining the people I'm close with?"Brendan frowned. "It's because of Mrs. Engel and the others again. What did they say to you behind my back?"Deirdre was so angry that she didn't bother to quarrel with hi
At present, she couldn't lose anyone anymore.Hearing this, Sam was stunned for a moment. "Are you talking about Mr. Brighthall? No, he was not in the meditation room, so why would he trouble me? Or did something happen yesterday?"Deirdre breathed a sigh of relief. "Brendan found out that I called you yesterday, so I was afraid that he would blame you again."Sam smiled. "He won't do that... Mr. Brighthall acts tough but is actually a softie at heart."Deirdre said in frustration, "You are still standing up for him. How did you get injured? If he is really a softie at heart, he shouldn't have hurt you.""No, it's my fault for being too reckless," Sam said with a crestfallen tone. Then, he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Ms. McKinnon, has Emily made any moves recently?"Deirdre told him everything about the ophthalmologist.Sam frowned. "She has already gone to such lengths to plot against you, so she will never contact an ophthalmologist for you with good intentions
Emily smiled gently as if nothing had ever occurred among the three of them."You guys are having breakfast so early? If I had known, I would have had breakfast at home before coming here. I thought I was too slow and didn't want to keep Ms. McKinnon waiting," said Emily.Deirdre ignored Emily, but Brendan heard the underlying meaning in her words."If you don't mind, please join us for breakfast. It's just eggs with toast. I don't know if it suits your taste," Brendan offered."Eggs with toast are even better. I'm tired of the cereals and oats I've been eating abroad. Eggs with toast are what I'm craving," said Emily as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you."Emily purposely went and sat opposite Brendan. Deirdre felt nauseous and lost her appetite halfway through her meal. Thus, she put down her cutlery."I'm done eating," Deirdre said.Brendan looked at the toast's portion that remained on the plate and furrowed his brows as he held Deirdre's hand."You've only had