Deirdre struggled to grasp the deeper meaning behind Brendan's words, but it eluded her understanding.

"Are you suggesting... that I can't protect her?" Deirdre asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

"Can you truly protect him? Can you safeguard our child?" Brendan retorted.

Lost in her thoughts, Deirdre realized her powerlessness in the current situation.

Leaning back in his chair, Brendan loosened his tie and took a rare moment of comfort. "Deirdre, once you give birth to the child, you should leave. You don't belong here, and you don't belong by my side."

Furrowing her brow, Deirdre prepared to challenge his statement, but before she could speak, Brendan abruptly stood up.

Due to his towering stature, maintaining balance was a struggle for him, and his actions seemed unsteady.

Additionally, Deirdre strained her neck just to meet his gaze, finding it challenging to reach out and touch him. "Brendan, don't wander around while intoxicated. If you fall, there will be no one to