'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
Tears welled up in Deirdre's eyes despite her smile after she noticed that the destination was the hospital.She figured that Brendan still cared about her and that he was having trouble coping with Madame Brighthall's passing, which was why he was cold and distant.She stretched out her hand to hold Brendan's hand in joy. "Brendan, are you taking me to the hospital so I can get a checkup?"My belly has begun to feel unwell since yesterday. Take me back to rest in the villa after we are done with the checkup, okay?"She spoke with sincerity, yet she noticed that Brendan turned his head to look at her with emotions in his eyes that she could not discern.In the next moment, he held her hand back.The man's fingers were cold, but it set Deirdre's mind at ease. She followed his footsteps. It was only that the man was walking swiftly, so Deirdre had to exert strength to catch up to him. They got into an elevator, and Sam was also planning to get into it. However, he felt Brendan's
Deirdre opened her eyes with great effort to stop the tears and sorrow from rushing out of her. Brendan was supposed to know that the prison was the source of her agony. She had almost exhausted all her strength to forget the painful memories of that time. Yet, it was turned into a weapon to slander and hurt her. "I don't believe this, Brendan." She shifted herself on the ground with great difficulty and clutched the hem of Brendan's pants as she looked up. "I don't believe that you can be so merciless that you'd speak without considering the consequences… Say it again, say what you said earlier… again!"Brendan lowered his head to look at her. For some unknown reason, Deirdre's unyielding gaze triggered an ineffable feeling in him as if it had taken a cut on his heart.He felt like he did not want to say those words again, those words that infuriated her. Perhaps it was because he did not wish to make her lose her mind so quickly. That would not be fun anymore if that were t
"Ms. McKinnon."Meanwhile, the person standing by the side suddenly spoke to remind her. The person's voice was nonchalant and even slightly displeased when he said, "Mr. Brighthall has ordered you not to move about. You have to keep kneeling even if you can't stand it anymore because this is your punishment. Sam is going to be in trouble if you move again."Deirdre gnashed her teeth, her breathing labored when she begged, "You're acquainted with Sam, right? Will you please help me for a moment? I will only need to rest for a while, just a short while. My back hurts. I'm pregnant, and I can't stand kneeling like this."The man sneered. "If you know that your body can't endure this, why did you do something so vicious?"You made Sam pick up your mess as well. Do you know how many beatings Sam has taken because of you? Even if that is the case, he is still obsessed with you. A murderer is totally undeserving of him."Deirdre clenched her fists. "I'm not a murderer…"She had not hur
The man recovered from his surprise. He did not have the courage to decide by himself, so he immediately pulled out his phone to dial Brendan's number.The call was only picked up after a while. Brendan's cold voice could be heard easily due to the morgue's spacious room."Didn't I tell you not to call if it's not important?"The man appeared anxious. "Sir… Ms. McKinnon… She is bleeding!""Bleeding?" Brendan sounded hesitant for a brief moment. Soon, he was calm and said, "Is it another one of her self-torturing tricks?"Deirdre curled up on the ground from the pain and batted her eyelashes weakly upon hearing that.How did her relationship with Brendan turn into this? Did he have no trust for her at all?The man hastily answered, "No."He took a glance at Deirdre with a strange expression. "I assumed that she was pretending initially to draw pity on purpose as well. However, I saw with my own eyes that there is blood where she is kneeling… I believe that it is her… child…"Br