In silence, Brendan's face turned pale. He weakly clutched at Deirdre's wrist. "Deirdre, my mother will die sooner or later… Why must you… be so impatient?"As soon as he finished the sentence, Deirdre saw Brendan fall, crashing to the ground with a sickening thud."Brendan!" Deirdre shouted, throwing herself onto the ground. "Brendan! I didn't do it! I really didn't!"Tears flooded her eyes as she reached out to touch Brendan's face.Why was he so cold? Why was he so icy?Before she could even hold him, a maid furiously kicked her away. "Murderer! Get out of here! You killed the mistress, and now you want to harm her son!? If only the mistress hadn't let you in the house in the first place! It's all your fault, you jinx! The Brighthalls have only come to this because of you!"Deirdre's hair was messy, sticking to her face, and her pupils were dilated. Countless police officers streamed into the room, took away Madame Brighthall's body, and then put handcuffs on Deirdre's wrist.
Could all of these be part of Ophelia's plan? Thus, she spoke those words to push forward her plan and confirm her identity as the murderer?Deirdre was late to realize this, and a chill ran down her spine, leaving her feeling greatly disappointed.She wouldn't mind if the person were anyone else, but the person turned out to be Ophelia, her mother, who raised and cared for her without any regard!"Ms. McKinnon? Have you remembered something? Why has your face suddenly turned so ugly?" asked Sam.Deirdre clenched her fists, feeling a burning sensation in her throat. She tightly pursed her lips to force back her tears."Sam, do you know why Brendan believed that I killed Madame Brighthall?" Deirdre lifted her head, her gaze stubborn and clear, but one could still sense the pain of unbearable endurance in her eyes."It was my mother. She told Brendan that she saw me kill Madame Brighthall with her own eyes—that I committed an impulsive crime.""What!?" Sam was taken aback and co
Deirdre's heart was pounding with anticipation as she walked with the police officer. It was until she saw the figure in front of her that her anticipation ceased, and her feelings turned cold. If it weren't for the barrier, Deirdre would have rushed forward to question why she had done this.In the end, she tried to calm herself down and sat in the chair. After all, she wanted to know what had changed with Ophelia."I thought you wouldn't dare to come and see me," said Deirdre."I came to bring you some clothes. It's cold in there, and I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. But don't worry. I've made arrangements with them. After everything settles down, I'll have them secretly send you away," replied Ophelia, looking gentle."Don't pretend to care!" Deirdre stood up angrily, her eyes red. "Who are you? You're not my mother! You're not Ophelia McKinnon! How could the real Ophelia McKinnon betray, hurt, and slander her daughter like this?""Deirdre, I know very well that I am your moth
The McKinnons actually had a blood feud with the Brighthalls?What was once a happy life with her father and grandparents was turned to ruins because of the existence of Brendan's father?Deirdre was overwhelmed with the influx of information, feeling like her brain couldn't keep up. "How could this be so coincidental... How could it be like this...""This is the cycle of heaven's good karma. If it weren't for Brendan falling in love with you again, I wouldn't have had the opportunity for revenge," Ophelia said through her gritted teeth.Deirdre couldn't help but shiver. She raised her head and looked at Ophelia with a conflicted expression. "Fifteen years ago, Brendan was at most just a 10-year-old child. He couldn't stop his father and was unaware of the annihilation of the McKinnons."Mom, you can take revenge, but why target Brendan? He has nothing to do with this, and it's not something he can control—"There was only coldness in Ophelia's eyes as she said hysterically, "D
'So, that's why Brendan's mental state kept deteriorating to the point of being uncontrollable?'At that time, Deirdre not only failed to notice but also made Brendan take medicine on a regular basis, forcing him to ingest poison bit by bit.Deirdre didn't sleep well throughout the entire night. Every time she opened her eyes, she saw the blurry image of Madame Brighthall lying on the ground, followed by the image of her bloodstained face rushing toward her, gripping her neck and accusing her.She was asking why Deirdre hurt her and her son.Deirdre woke up in a cold sweat, her stomach aching painfully, filled with immense guilt.Why didn't she discover it earlier? That Ophelia, who used to be a gentle and kind mother, had changed so much?"Ms. McKinnon, someone is here to see you."After a while, the police officer knocked on the railing. It was clear that Sam had already informed the police station, so he could come in directly.After the officer left, Sam's expression grew c
"Wait for me by the elevator door. I'll take care of it," Sam said, patting her shoulder.The assistant nodded quickly, and Sam walked past her through the even colder corridor and saw Brendan's figure in the hall.He had his back to Sam, still wearing his hospital gown. Perhaps due to his physical weakness, his back was slightly hunched.Sam's eyes reddened. The person lying there was Madame Brighthall, Brendan's mother, but Brendan remained so calm and composed that he was unable to even shed a tear.Based on the memory Brendan had, Deirdre was the culprit in his mother's death. This was perhaps the most painful part of Brendan's life.Sam took a deep breath and took a step forward, wanting to explain, "Mr. Brighthall—""Shh." Brendan motioned for Sam to be quiet while he kept his eyes fixed on his mother's face.The black hole-shaped wound on her forehead was still there, but it did not detract from her overall beauty. Upon opening her eyes, it was as if she would once again
Brendan frowned, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction. "How long do you want to explain on her behalf? Is there anything a woman with determination can't do if she wants to? You said Ophelia is the mastermind behind this, and Deirdre is her pawn. So, I won't spare this pair of mother and daughter!"Sam's pupils suddenly contracted as he saw Brendan's face darken. He lost his voice for a moment, feeling fear engulfing his entire body.He gnashed his teeth and pinched his own arm, using pain to wake himself up. "Mr. Brighthall! Please calm down. Ms. McKinnon loves you so much. How could she do anything to harm Madame Brighthall or hurt you?""Loves me?" Brendan found it laughable "That woman, her love, has always been self-centered. She slandered Lena and aborted our child. I still remember it. Deirdre only disgusts me."Sam's mind went blank. Why did that nickname "Lena" sound so much like several years ago?Moreover, Deirdre had not killed Charlene—someone else had silenced her! A
Brendan must have woken up shortly after Sam left, and the first thing he did was come to pick her up.Deirdre was so overjoyed that she burst into tears while her other hand gently stroked her belly. 'Baby, do you see? Daddy loves us very much. No matter how great the pain he has endured, no matter how unbelievable the events, he will always stand unwaveringly by your mom's side,' she thought.Now, there was nothing to fear as long as she and Brendan were united in the face of external challenges with no hidden agendas. Nothing could bring them down, and they could start everything anew.Filled with hope, Deirdre walked into the lobby. Even though she could only see blurry images, she accurately spotted Brendan amidst the crowd.Clad in a black suit, he exuded an air of elegance and supreme authority."Brendan!" Deirdre bit her lip to hold back her tears but couldn't control her legs, and she rushed toward him. "I'm sorry... It was my fault for letting the culprit into the house