"Why are you here? Let go of me!" Deirdre struggled, frowning as Brendan's grip tightened."What am I here for?" Brendan's eyes seemed to be spewing flames when he replied. "Who gave you the right to meet Sterling Fuller without my knowledge? What do you take me for?"Deirdre winced in pain as Brendan's grip tightened.Sterling immediately stood up and tried to stop Brendan's hand, his face dark and indifferent. "Brendan Brighthall, let go of her. You're hurting her."The two men faced each other, their eyes exploding with tension and igniting the surrounding atmosphere.To Brendan's surprise, Sterling shed his usual gentle demeanor and appeared more mature and stable. Even in the face of his confrontation, he was not weak.Brendan's anger flared as he grabbed Sterling's collar, his cold eyes filled with warning as he threatened in a low voice, "Sterling Fuller, it seems you still haven't learned your lesson from a few years ago. Do you want to relive it all over again?""Enough
Deirdre's calm expression was terrifying as soon as those words were uttered.Sterling pulled his business card out of his pocket, handed it to Brendan, and said, "I'm the world-renowned ophthalmologist recommended by Emily Collins."Brendan was shocked beyond words. That doctor turned out to be Sterling Fuller!?That meant Deirdre hadn't conspired with Sterling to meet him. He was the one who had forced Deirdre to come here, and they just happened to meet again.The disappointment was evident in Deirdre's eyes when she said, "Do you understand now? Brendan, this was your choice. You forced me to come here to consult an ophthalmologist, but I had no idea that Sterry was the ophthalmologist at all. Yet, you came over and righteously labeled me as someone disloyal.""I…" Brendan was at a loss for words. He had never expected that the ophthalmologist was Sterling.But the thought of Sterling treating Deirdre, which would often put the two in close proximity, was like a needle in his
If he followed the instructions in his heart, he would feel better, but he gnashed his teeth and forced himself to stay still.The pain in his brain was like a raging fire, becoming more and more intense. Before he fainted, he heard someone calling him."Sir? Sir? Are you okay?"Under the inquiry of the waiter, Brendan gradually regained his composure, but his hands were still shaking."I'm fine."Brendan rubbed his pale face and left the cafe.-At the mansion…Ophelia left the gate and walked along the path for a long time until she saw a car. She immediately got into the passenger seat.A curtain covered the car window, and it was pitch black inside. There was a man sitting in the back seat, holding a cigarette between his fingers and exhaling smoke. One could vaguely see the crimson glow and the sharp jawline."How's it going?""Brendan has been taking the medicine continuously for half a month now. He skipped a few days in between, but it is not a big deal. I think his
"If I had known that I would miss out on a relationship because of my youthful arrogance, I would have come back earlier."Sterling blinked, his tone light and easy, and Deirdre relaxed, knowing that Sterling was just joking."Of course, you should have been impulsive when you were young. Without your courage back then, how would you be where you are today? If I ran into you on the street now, I might not even recognize you," Ophelia complimented.As the three of them talked, Ophelia suddenly realized something. "It's too cold outside. Sterry, why don't you come inside and have a seat? You haven't eaten my cooking in a long time, have you?"Sterling waved his hands as he refused. "I really do miss it, but I'm just too busy today. I just got off the plane and have to tidy up my new place. How about another day? Since I'm Deirdre's attending ophthalmologist, I'll be coming here often, and we'll have enough time.""Mom, let Sterry arrange his schedule first. He is busy as a doctor, a
Gnashing his teeth, Brendan tightly squeezed his palms until his veins bulged. He didn't know what to do next, but he knew one thing for certain—Sterling could no longer exist.Deirdre had no idea how long she had been asleep. When she woke up groggily, she saw a figure on the balcony.Rubbing her eyes, she got up and heard Brendan talking on the phone."Where is that professor from the ophthalmology department? Where did he go? Even if he is furthering his studies, he will come back someday. This surgery is not a surgery that only Sterling can perform."Figure out a way to contact him immediately and give him whatever he wants, as long as he comes back as soon as possible and performs surgery on Deirdre."Deirdre's mind went blank for a moment. When Brendan hung up the phone and entered the room with a cold face, she only recovered to her senses and clutched the blanket."You want to replace Sterry?"Brendan was annoyed by the way Deirdre called Sterling. Suppressing his anger,
"I'm okay."The moment Brendan took the medicine, he felt relief in his chest.Perhaps it was really his physical problem. The cold had caused migraines, and the lack of sleep had led to emotional outbursts.Thinking of the thought that had sprung up in his mind just now, Brendan looked at his fingers with lingering fear."The medicine… Let's change it to twice per day," Brendan requested with a frown."Twice per day? Are you sure? Medicine is poisonous to a certain extent, let alone traditional herbal medicine. What if the dosage is too high…" Ophelia was not surprised at the request."It's alright. It's effective for me. I just can't get rid of it completely. Drinking it a few more times a day should be fine," Brendan reassured Ophelia as he lowered his eyes."Alright, I will bring the medicine to you every morning and evening," Ophelia promised, with her gaze becoming complicated."Okay, thank you."Brendan returned the empty bowl to Ophelia and went into the study to calm
"Brendan, let go—""Deirdre." Brendan interrupted her. His breath landed on her neck and shoulders, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm not as great as Sterling, but please don't leave me."Upon hearing this, Deirdre's body froze up completely. 'I'm not as great as Sterling, but please don't leave me.'If other people heard this, they would find his words ridiculous. He was the golden boy who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and the person in charge of the Brighthall Group. He wore all kinds of crowns on his head, and others envied him.However, he actually said that he was not as great as Sterling, who was scraping around and was less than 1/10 as capable as he was? Or was he acting and, once again, taking advantage of the subtle feelings in her heart?Deirdre couldn't figure it out. She was not an expert in the business industry, nor had she ever experienced the bloody conflicts of those big families. She was an ordinary person, so she only trusted her intuition.Brenda
"Sterry, you came so early today. Have you had breakfast? Do you want to eat together?"Sterling looked at Brendan's face, whose threatening expression made him curl up his lips."Okay." He said, "I ate something before I came here, but I'm a little hungry now after some talking. Plus, I haven't tasted Madame McKinnon's cooking for a long time."Ophelia smiled from ear to ear. "Oh, our breakfast is always very simple. It's no big deal. You should stay later at noon, and I'll cook you a delicious meal."Sterling smiled. "I wouldn't want to trouble you.""Nonsense. We are all a family, so you don't have to be so polite with us!"The word 'family' made Brendan's face darken.At that moment, it seemed that he had become an outsider, a landlord, or a passerby, while Sterling was Ophelia's real son-in-law. Brendan felt upset but gnashed his teeth and endured it as he watched Sterling roll up his sleeves and go to the kitchen with Ophelia to help her while chatting with her. Just as De