The man recovered from his surprise. He did not have the courage to decide by himself, so he immediately pulled out his phone to dial Brendan's number.

The call was only picked up after a while. Brendan's cold voice could be heard easily due to the morgue's spacious room.

"Didn't I tell you not to call if it's not important?"

The man appeared anxious. "Sir… Ms. McKinnon… She is bleeding!"

"Bleeding?" Brendan sounded hesitant for a brief moment. Soon, he was calm and said, "Is it another one of her self-torturing tricks?"

Deirdre curled up on the ground from the pain and batted her eyelashes weakly upon hearing that.

How did her relationship with Brendan turn into this? Did he have no trust for her at all?

The man hastily answered, "No."

He took a glance at Deirdre with a strange expression. "I assumed that she was pretending initially to draw pity on purpose as well. However, I saw with my own eyes that there is blood where she is kneeling… I believe that it is her… child…"

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