"The doctor said to be moderate... Are you a pervert?" Deirdre felt deeply wronged, but she refused to show weakness in front of Brendan. She held back her tears, and the hint of redness at the corner of her eyes made her appear even more pitiful and captivating."I'm already in pain, yet you still treat me like this. In that case, why bother trying to save the child?" she exclaimed.Brendan's heart inexplicably softened. He realized that despite maintaining a stern expression, his voice became gentler."Where does it hurt?" he asked.Deirdre paused for a moment, then obediently answered, "My waist."Brendan's pressed against her waist, covered with fabric. His palm's warm and scorching heat gradually seeped into her skin as he began applying pressure, massaging gently.Unconsciously, Deirdre's body relaxed, but conflicting emotions overwhelmed her. She couldn't fathom Brendan's intentions.Brendan didn't anticipate his own tenderness. He tirelessly continued massaging while bur
"And he called her Lena, not Charlene. Don't you find that strange? Mr. Brighthall despised Charlene to the extreme, so why would he address her like that? Moreover, Charlene didn't die because of you at all. She died in prison."Deirdre's mind went blank, unable to process it all in such a short time."How is that possible?""You find it absurd, don't you? I find it absurd too. That's why I've been trying to find an opportunity to verify my theory. But Mr. Brighthall had me transferred, and Jet doesn't interact much with him," Sam said with a wry smile.Deirdre lowered her head in silence. After a moment, she said with a soft voice, "It doesn't necessarily mean it's truly impossible."She then added in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what? Brendan told me that he intends to marry Emily."Sam frowned.Deirdre closed her eyes and then opened them again. "If he hadn't lost his memory, how could he be attracted to a woman like Emily, who destroys his well-being and possesses such prof
Sam said, "No one can protect you if you stay. Dr.Fuller called me a week ago to take care of Mr. Brighthall so that he is not left alone. I think he might have anticipated something."Deirdre hurriedly asked, "Where's he?""After that call, I couldn't reach him anymore. I suspect… So now, besides me, no one can help you leave," Sam said helplessly.Deirdre tightly bit her lower lip. Sam's speculations shook her to the core. She never expected those people could even reach overseas.In the next moment, she shook her head. "Precisely because it's only you, I can't leave. I can't burden you. You're still free, and in case something happens, you can contact the people behind us. But we'll be even more helpless if you're trapped here.""Ms. McKinnon...""You should leave now. Brendan will be back soon, and I should go as well." Deirdre had made up her mind.She left without hesitation. As soon as she returned to the lobby, Mrs. Wanner approached her anxiously. "Ms. McKinnon, it's gr
Brendan froze in place.Deirdre tilted her head up, her hands cradling his face. Her eyes were filled with a reddish hue, unable to see clearly yet seemingly able to see everything.Brendan even caught a trace of guilt and pity in her gaze.Pity?Brendan was displeased. Since when did he need a woman to pity him?He turned his face away and demanded, "Deirdre, never look at me with that kind of expression." That expression confused him and made him feel uneasy. It was as if everyone else knew something that he was completely oblivious to."If you suddenly realize the harm you caused to my mother and seek my forgiveness, it's too late. The dead cannot be brought back to life, and there is no turning back from the wrongs you have committed," he added."I know," Deirdre replied softly. "I don't expect to earn your forgiveness that I have made a mistake."Brendan was suddenly stunned, staring at the woman as she lowered her eyes. He restrained his expression as a whirlwind of mix
"Absurd... nonsense!" It took Brendan quite a while to utter those words. His face turned pale, and he said with a hint of disbelief, "Deirdre, if you're going crazy, go to a mental hospital. I am who I am, Brendan Brighthall. How could another name suddenly appear out of nowhere?"Deirdre closed her eyes in despair.Brendan not remembering Kyran was perfectly normal because Kyran's existence was all because of her. If Brendan wanted to discard the memories of being with her, to let go of the pain, he would also let go of Kyran."One year ago, with the help of Madame Brighthall, I faked my death and escaped. When you found me, you were using the name Kyran Reed. Kyran loved and protected me. He was willing to sacrifice everything for me. And it was during that time that our child came into existence," she explained.Brendan's face paled to a grayish hue, and his black pupils remained fixated on Deirdre. His mind was in a state of turmoil.He remembered that period of memories bu
Brendan held his forehead, feeling as if the headache was sticking to his brain. His nerves twitched sporadically while his face turned pale."So... Kyran Reed really isn't me?" he asked back."No."Brendan rubbed his throbbing temples. "Fine, I believe you. Since Kyran Reed isn't me, then Deirdre must be deceiving me."He was about to end the call, but Declan spoke up, stopping him. "Brendan."Declan took a deep breath and said, "Let Ms. McKinnon go. I will handle the rest." Brendan frowned instantly, displeased. "Declan, you're overstepping. Apart from the fact that Deirdre is carrying my child, I won't let her easily obtain freedom just because she has committed murder. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."Brendan angrily ended the call, and Declan sighed while staring at the darkened screen. His expression was indiscernible in the dim light."Decky," Laura called as she cautiously stepped out of the room, tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes. She approache
A flicker of emotion briefly crossed Declan's face, but it quickly vanished, leaving no trace behind."Go back to the room and remember to cover up the wounds on your hand tomorrow. Don't let anyone notice anything unusual," Declan demanded as he removed his wristwatch."Decky? Decky!"Laura crawled over, only to be met with the cold closing sound of Declan's door.Inside the room, Declan put on his nightgown. His phone vibrated, indicating a new message about Brendan's recent situation.After reading it, his expression grew solemn. He intended to close the message, but his fingers involuntarily tapped on another one.It was sent yesterday, and it read: [Ms. Glaser is preparing to go to Northern City. Her former superior at the previous company has hopped to another company and taken Ms. Glaser with him. That superior seems to have an interest in Ms. Glaser.]Declan closed his eyes and opened them again, swiftly deleting the message without leaving a trace.-After receiving D
Brendan took a glance at the smile on Deirdre's lips that she could not conceal, and his gaze turned much colder. He chose not to expose her but asked, "Why did you lock yourself in the room? What are you up to?"Deirdre pretended to be normal. "I was changing."She felt rather anxious and was worried that Brendan would expose her. Yet, Brendan took a glance at her and turned around to make way for her. "It's time to eat."Mrs. Wanner prepared meals specially catered for a pregnant woman's nutritional needs. She was hired specifically to take care of Deirdre because of her expertise in this area. It was precisely due to this reason that Brendan did not enjoy any of the dishes. He took two bites and got up to head to the study. Mrs. Wanner got closer to Deirdre in a fear-stricken state. "Oh no! The food that I prepared today tasted too bland and not suited to Mr. Brighthall's taste. Will he be angry at me? Should I cook something else?"In truth, Deirdre knew that Brendan di