It was difficult to imagine that a study, typically lacking heavy security, could hide a secret passage. Deirdre couldn't help but wonder what could be concealed within and what the intentions were. Her curiosity was genuine.If Brendan weren't currently hypnotized, she would have wanted to discuss the secret passage with him and devise countermeasures to catch Ryker off guard. The thought crossed her mind, causing a momentary hesitation.Considering Brendan's reaction yesterday, perhaps he wasn't truly hypnotized after all. The possibility excited her, causing her hands to tremble.Suddenly, a voice echoed from the entrance, startling Deirdre. She had been facing the hidden password lock behind the wallpaper, but fortunately, she was no longer touching it. She swiftly turned around to face Brendan, who approached her suspiciously."Why are you in my study?" Brendan's voice carried a note of caution, and Deirdre nervously moistened her lips, quickly coming up with an excuse."I wa
Deirdre's eyes lit up as she exclaimed, "Meaning? Exactly! If Emily hadn't underestimated you, there would be no reason for you to bring me here and protect me. Just this alone, can't it prove that you weren't hypnotized? Brendan, how much longer do you plan to deceive me? Do you really see me as that fragile, that helpless, in need of your protection?"Confusion crossed Brendan's face as he shrugged off Deirdre's outstretched hand."Deirdre, even if you're going crazy, there should be a limit. If you keep saying things I don't understand, then leave this villa and go to the hospital!"Deirdre was momentarily stunned. "Last night... Last night, you—""Last night? What happened last night?" Brendan interrupted, puzzled.Deirdre froze upon hearing Brendan's question."Last night, I clearly went to sleep early. Are you referring to the injuries on my arm and the back of my head? Weren't they from my fall? Did you cause them?"After Brendan finished speaking, he fell silent for two
"Considering Mr. Brighthall's current condition, he wouldn't be able to accept the fact that he has forgotten many things," the doctor explained. "But isn't forgetting a good thing for you as well?""Yes, I was the one who drugged him. If he forgets, it truly is the best outcome for me," Deirdre confessed in a hoarse voice."Then it's all right," the family doctor replied.Deirdre shook her head. "No, it's not.""What do you mean?" the family doctor inquired.Taking a deep breath, Deirdre continued. "At least there's one aspect here that I can't understand."The family doctor gestured for her to continue."Why did Brendan's body react? He should have lost all sensation due to the side effects of the incense. Why did it..."Deirdre believed that it was all an act by Brendan, a facade to protect her. Could it all be fake?The family doctor fell into a brief silence. "I can't explain this either. It could be due to the effects of the medication, or perhaps his body is gradually r
Ryker noticed the truth in Deirdre's words as her every attempt at a password failed. It made him question why Brendan had brought up Deirdre's name in the first place. Was it merely a coincidence?Ryker composed himself quickly and offered reassurance, saying, "There must be passwords you haven't tried yet. Take your time. There are still chances."Deirdre's mind was overwhelmed with a sense of hopelessness. The days of trying different combinations had led her to believe that unlocking it was nearly impossible. She didn't have the courage to try again. Instead, she focused on making Brendan suspicious of Ryker.A few days later, as Deirdre was about to head to the study, she heard the sound of a car outside. The assistant had arranged for someone to help Brendan up the stairs.Brendan's steps were unsteady, and the strong smell of alcohol clung to him."What's happening?" Deirdre inquired, concerned, as she approached the assistant.The assistant forced a smile and apologized,
Deirdre struggled to grasp the deeper meaning behind Brendan's words, but it eluded her understanding."Are you suggesting... that I can't protect her?" Deirdre asked, her voice filled with uncertainty."Can you truly protect him? Can you safeguard our child?" Brendan retorted.Lost in her thoughts, Deirdre realized her powerlessness in the current situation.Leaning back in his chair, Brendan loosened his tie and took a rare moment of comfort. "Deirdre, once you give birth to the child, you should leave. You don't belong here, and you don't belong by my side."Furrowing her brow, Deirdre prepared to challenge his statement, but before she could speak, Brendan abruptly stood up.Due to his towering stature, maintaining balance was a struggle for him, and his actions seemed unsteady.Additionally, Deirdre strained her neck just to meet his gaze, finding it challenging to reach out and touch him. "Brendan, don't wander around while intoxicated. If you fall, there will be no one to
Moving aside the tightly sealed counter, an unexpected opening appeared before Deirdre. It was pitch black inside, hindering her vision. However, what startled her even more than the sight behind the counter was the fact that she had unlocked it with her own fingertips.It was a fingerprint lock. Yet, she had never registered her fingerprints or used fingerprint unlocking before. Deirdre felt immense surprise, her tightly clenched hand radiating warmth."Why?" she questioned with trembling lips. "Why can my fingerprint unlock it?"Brendan didn't answer but suddenly embraced her tightly, exerting strong force.Deirdre listened to his steady breathing and heartbeat, unable to fully comprehend the impact within her heart."When did it happen?" she asked.Brendan rubbed his chin against her forehead. "I forgot."Indeed, he had forgotten when this idea first occurred to him. Perhaps it happened one day when he saw the peacefully sleeping woman curled up on the sofa, thinking that som
Deirdre felt an instant chill throughout her body, rooted to the spot as a ray of light illuminated her face.Her face turned ghastly pale. "Frances, is that you?"Frances didn't immediately answer but surveyed her surroundings with the flashlight on her phone.Naturally, she was unaware of the hidden room beneath Deirdre's feet. All she could see with her naked eyes were the pitch-black walls that had never been renovated."Is this what Mr. Wight wanted? I expected some kind of spectacle or valuable treasures, but it seems there's nothing here after all."It was clear from Frances' tone that she had come to take something from Deirdre. She stared at her intently after finishing her sentence. "Did you take all the items?"You figured out the secret code to this place early on! Did you move everything in here beforehand?" Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows. "You could see me enter the study room from downstairs. If I had taken something, wouldn't you have noticed immediately?"Franc
'Explain?'Deirdre's heart raced as Brendan asked her to explain, even though he was the one who had opened the secret tunnel. Could it be that he had forgotten?A distressing thought crossed Deirdre's mind—she wouldn't be able to defend herself if that were the case!"I did enter the secret tunnel, but I didn't open it. I don't know the password," Deirdre said through her gritted teeth. "You were the one who opened it. You were drunk, so I went in to take a look. I didn't find or discover anything."Frances sniggered at her response. "Ms. McKinnon, who would believe you? Why would Mr. Brighthall open the secret tunnel in the study for no reason?"Frances continued defaming Deirdre, attempting to divert suspicion from herself. "I've noticed your sneaky behavior in the past, always visiting the study. Could it be that you opened the secret tunnel after Mr. Brighthall passed out from drinking, and now you're trying to blame him after being caught?"I refuse to believe that the tunn