"Ah!" Brendan threw Deirdre onto the sofa, his forehead tensing with bulging veins. He suppressed his anger, letting the icy coldness in his black eyes reach its peak.

"Have you said enough?" Brendan squinted. "These are all your one-sided words without any evidence. Why couldn't it be that you used Jet, trapping him in your scheme and causing his disappearance?

"Deirdre, I know well about your malice. You've targeted my mother, so what does a mere subordinate mean to you? If you're smart, close your mouth and don't utter a single bad word about Emily Collins. Otherwise, I'll ensure that neither you nor the child in your womb will have any peace."

Deirdre immediately covered her lower abdomen, her eyes reddening. "Brendan Brighthall, you b*stard!"

"I don't need to be a gentleman to deal with you."

Brendan picked up his suit jacket, preparing to leave.

Deirdre struggled to get up. "When will you let me go?"

In two months, she would enter the final stages of pregnancy. During this