Deirdre's mind went blank instantly.

'Abort… the child?'

Madame Brighthall had looked forward to the arrival of the child so eagerly in the past. She told Deirdre that she would love the child regardless of its gender.

Yet, she had actually told Deirdre to abort the child so mercilessly when the child was already five months along.

Deirdre felt that she must have misheard it.

"Aunt… You must be exhausted. You will need to rest more. I'll come and visit you later…"

She turned around staggeringly, yet she did not expect Madame Brighthall to get out of bed despite her health condition and tightly clutch her wrist. Tears streamed down Madame Brighthall's face while she said, "No! You must promise me to leave Brendan. Otherwise, I won't let you go!"

Madame Brighthall was weak from her chronic condition, but her grip was so tight that it hurt Deirdre.

"Aunt… let go of me!"

In the process of tussling, Brendan had already ended his call and showed up at the door. He went from feeling