"Mr. Brighthall!"

Brendan's pupils trembled as he listened to Deirdre gradually distancing herself from him. His heart ached so much that it seemed to be tearing apart.

"No, Deirdre, that's not how it is… I didn't come to see you because I'm afraid that my mental condition may harm you and our child. I wanted to wait until my mental condition became more stable…"

"What level of stability are you waiting for? Do you think that because I hate you and am completely disappointed in you, you can choose not to care and explain yourself only when you have completely healed? Brendan Brighthall, are you too confident in your own charm or too confident in my tolerance?" Deirdre sneered.

Brendan was at a loss for words.

"What a joke. Only I'm treated as a fool while you can date and sleep with her just because of your mental issue!" Deirdre went on.

"Deirdre, you can blame me for lying, but you can never question my feelings for you! I really don't know what happened that day…I can't recall