When Brendan was finally done, Deirdre waited for him to fall asleep before climbing out of their bed with her hand on her waist. He had deprived her of birth control pills, so the only thing she had left to prevent a pregnancy was the primitive way of washing it away. Brendan suddenly opened his cold, black eyes. They zeroed in on her retreating back as a frigid question escaped his lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”Deirdre bit her lip. “To wash.”Brendan smirked. “Really? To wash? Or get birth control pills from the pharmacy?” Deirdre had planned to do that the next day, which was why she froze on the carpet when she was called out on it. Before she could respond, Brendan had yanked her by the arm and pinned her against the bed once more. His eyes were as all-consuming as the abyss, and his lopsided smirk twisted his features completely. “Don’t bother. You’re infertile anyway.”Deirdre was stunned. The assurance in his tone suckerpunched her into a daze. “What’s that

Deirdre was in a daze. They were going to see Brendan’s parents at the old Brighthall mansion? Well. Their relationship was progressing swimmingly, was it not? Was that why Brendan could not imagine how wicked Charlene really was?She snickered self-deprecatingly. “Let’s go back to the mansion.”She doubted that man would skip going to the mansion tonight. Sam heeded her order, and the car was on its way. Deirdre marched inside when they arrived and took a seat on the living room couch. The long wait began.The boredom of waiting could be mind-numbing, Sam knew, so he turned the TV on. The first thing that leaped onto the screen were images of Brendan and Charlene shopping for goodies. Then came the speculations of media talking heads and celebrity gossipers. “The dashing, young CEO of Brighthall Group has been in a very stable relationship with the same young woman for two years, and now, they were caught on a shopping trip together. Is this a sign of a very specific celebrat

Deirdre knew what he really meant: a chance to create doubt against his conclusions. Brendan turned on his heel and marched up the stairs while she clambered a little at his force. Gritting her teeth, she finally snapped, “So you’re not interested in the truth behind Bliss’ death! You don’t give a sh*t even if what I’m about to say concerns Charlene! Is that it?!”Just as she had expected, the bastard stopped dead in his tracks. Deirdre was this close to laughing aloud at his absurdity. Brendan’s brows were furrowed. He was practically glowering when he shot daggers at her. “What did you just say?”Deirdre enunciated her every word as she announced, “The homeless man who killed Bliss was controlled by the woman standing right next to you!”Charlene stared at Deirdre in shock, but her bewilderment did little to conceal her scorn. Repeating the same things over and over again, despite seeing no result, had to be the definition of idiocy, right? She could not believe this b*tch w

“These are all excuses! Regardless of how badly Miss McKinnon had been treating me, there was no reason for you to harm her!” Charlene’s eyes turned redder as she added, “It’s my own business if she treated me badly. And one day, she’d understand that I’ve had no ill intentions toward her. Now that you have done this to her, how am I supposed to stand firm before her?”“I’m sorry, Miss McKinney!” Greenlee apologized guiltily. “I promise I won’t do it again. I won’t do it again, I promise!”“It’s useless for you to tell me now. The harm you’ve done to me and Miss McKinnon has been done! I’m so disappointed in you…” Charlene was heartbroken. She had victimized herself with just a few words. Following that, she turned to Brendan and choked. “I’m sorry Bren, it’s my fault. I didn’t know that she really had done this kind of thing. I’m sorry for Miss McKinnon. Please punish me. Otherwise, I’ll keep fidgeting…”Brendan frowned, but his tone was softer than ever. "This had nothing to do wi

Brendan dialed the phone number, and when the call was connected, he passed the phone to Deirdre.The doctor sounded very stable as he said, “Miss McKinnon, I understand how eager you are to see your mother. However, because your mother’s heart issue is at a critical junction, it’s not advisable for her to see you. If meeting you affects her emotions, our hard work all this while will be in vain.”“T-Then...” Deirdre asked while biting her lip, “When can I see my mother?”“It won’t take long, Miss McKinnon. Provided that her situation gets better, probably in about a few months. It’d be good for you to see your mother.”“Alright.”After ending the phone call, Deirdre was still in a daze. She had to wait for several months. When every moment of her life was like a year, could she really survive through a few months?Looking at Deirdre's bewildered expression, Brendan couldn't help raising his hand, wanting to stroke the messy hair on her forehead. But before he could touch her hea