Sam suddenly spun the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding hitting the guardrail in a state of shock. "Mr. Brighthall..."Sam sounded hoarse. Brendan's words sounded calm as if he had already made up his mind to face death."Don't worry too much. Dr. Fuller will definitely develop a cure to counteract the side effects before they take effect on you," Sam reassured him."I know," replied Brendan, his face steady and his black eyes without any ripples."But there is always a second possibility in the world. Before that second possibility arrives, I want to ensure that the Brighthall Group grows into a towering tree to provide support for Deirdre… and our child."-In the villa...After Deirdre finished her breakfast with an uneasy heart, she called the family mansion. The housekeeper answered the phone and became immediately respectful when she realized it was Deirdre. "Madam, you are coming to visit Madame Brighthall? Sure, madam. It's definitely convenient for you to pay a visit.
To avoid making Ophelia uncomfortable, the maids had left and only put the supplements in the kitchen.Deirdre nodded and walked toward the kitchen in her flat shoes. As Deirdre entered the kitchen, Ophelia picked up her teacup and took a sip.From her posture, Madame Brighthall didn't feel that Ophelia was just a rural village woman who had been living there for a long time."Madame Brighthall, do you really think I look familiar? Which one of your friends looks like me? I'm quite curious."Madame Brighthall snapped out of her thoughts, her expression shifting. She rested her forehead on her hand and forced herself to calm down before sighing. "It's not any particular friend, and having met so many people, I can't really remember the details. So, when I saw you just now, I felt that you are somewhat familiar.""Is it just somewhat familiar or… the same look?"Madame Brighthall was stunned. Ophelia moved closer and whispered something into her ear.Meanwhile, Deirdre was rumma
Brendan held her in his arms and nodded to Ophelia. They both waited anxiously for the doctor to come out and only after he declared that everything was fine did they both breathe a sigh of relief."I told you, there's nothing to worry about," Brendan said as he held Deirdre's cold hands.Deirdre realized this later and hugged Brendan tightly for a long time. She blushed slightly as if she were starting to rely more and more on Brendan, which might not necessarily be a good thing.Madame Brighthall was then transferred to a regular ward, and during this time, Brendan's phone in his pocket kept ringing.Deirdre couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to answer it? Is it a work matter?" Brendan glanced at the caller ID. He had just been discussing a business deal with someone and had left the meeting abruptly. Naturally, his phone would be bombarded with calls."It's work-related, but it's not important." Brendan wrapped Deirdre's cold hand in his palm and exhaled a warm breath w
Ophelia's voice trembled with fear as she recounted the events, saying, "I had a brief conversation with Madame Brighthall, but it didn't last long. While we were speaking, she suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed without warning. The maid witnessed it and rushed over, and you can guess what happened next..."Deirdre nodded as if she was deep in thought, finding it strange.Ophelia sat there for a while and got up, claiming to get water. Deirdre saw a nurse coming out of the room, so she got up and asked, "Hello, nurse. I am the patient's… family. May I inquire what is the cause of the patient's heart condition?"She was still fine at the beginning of the conversation, so how did it suddenly turn into this?"The nurse furrowed her eyebrows tightly at the same time she was closing the door. "Are you sure that she was still fine during the conversation?"Deirdre was confused. "I…""It's apparent that the patient has been triggered by some sort of stimulation that resulted in t
Deirdre's mind went blank instantly. 'Abort… the child?'Madame Brighthall had looked forward to the arrival of the child so eagerly in the past. She told Deirdre that she would love the child regardless of its gender.Yet, she had actually told Deirdre to abort the child so mercilessly when the child was already five months along.Deirdre felt that she must have misheard it."Aunt… You must be exhausted. You will need to rest more. I'll come and visit you later…"She turned around staggeringly, yet she did not expect Madame Brighthall to get out of bed despite her health condition and tightly clutch her wrist. Tears streamed down Madame Brighthall's face while she said, "No! You must promise me to leave Brendan. Otherwise, I won't let you go!"Madame Brighthall was weak from her chronic condition, but her grip was so tight that it hurt Deirdre."Aunt… let go of me!"In the process of tussling, Brendan had already ended his call and showed up at the door. He went from feeling
Deirdre was astounded. She could not see Brendan's face clearly but could feel his determination at this very moment. "You…" Madame Brighthall pushed her palm tightly against her chest in anger. "So, you're saying that you won't split up with her? Are you really trying to cut ties with your mother because of a woman like her?"Brendan furrowed his eyebrows tightly. Meanwhile, Deirdre realized that she could not allow Brendan to keep going like this. Madame Brighthall's body would not be able to endure this, and their relationship would not survive a confrontation like this either."Madame Brighthall." Deirdre changed the way she addressed her. "I don't know why, but you loathe me. If that is the case, I won't be in your presence and make you be fed up with me anymore. I'll leave, but…"She paused for a moment. "I will never abort the child. She is my blood and flesh and doesn't just belong to Brendan alone."She turned around and left, leaving Brendan and Madame Brighthall in t
Deirdre nodded obediently and got into Brendan's car with Ophelia. Upon arriving at the villa, Ophelia returned to her room, leaving them in the living room. Brendan wrapped his arms around Deirdre and rested his head on her shoulder as he breathed deeply. "I'm sorry."He was the lover, the son, and the most suitable mediator, yet he had messed up even the simplest task of mediating the relationship between Deirdre and his mother. "I don't know what has gotten into my mother. She used to love you more than she loves me."Deirdre wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his steady breath against her shoulder. Her gaze shifted from being distracted to focused, filled with care and concern. She gently caressed the man's back, offering him comfort in her touch."You don't have to apologize, and it's not your fault that Madame Brighthall isn't fond of me. At most…" Deirdre lowered her eyes. "At most, it is due to me being bad at something, and that caused her hatred.""You're gre
"You're awake?" Brendan's eyes were filled with affection that could not be concealed.Deirdre burrowed her head in his chest, still drowsy. Brendan tilted her chin and lowered his head to kiss her bit by bit. He kissed her until she could no longer take it and shoved him away."What are you doing? I haven't brushed my teeth yet.""I don't mind." Brendan's method was very passionate. He guided Deirdre's body with his arm and pinned her under him. "You're still not fully awake. What do we need to do to get you fully awake?"Sensing Brendan's hand sliding south, Deirdre opened her eyes at last. "I'm awake, I'm awake!"She opened her drowsy eyes, and her cheeks were blushing with an unnatural redness. "Why are you in my room?""To deliver a kiss to my love and… provide a wake-up call while I'm at it.""Provide a wake-up call?" Deirdre yawned. "Is it 7:00 a.m. already?""It's 8:00 a.m.""8:00 a.m.?" Deirdre looked at him. "That's early.""Right, I would like to bring you somewher