Deirdre struggled to remain calm despite Frances' scheming tone.

"Do you think I'm a fool, Frances? Do you believe I will reveal my only trump card to you?

"It's simple. If you want the password, get Brendan to free me!"

"That would be impossible!" Frances responded immediately. "It's clear that Mr. Brighthall has made up his mind to keep you here until you die. No one can change his mind!"

'Imprisoned until death, huh?'

Despair filled Deirdre's heart. Brendan had been ruthless to her, and his mercilessness only grew after being hypnotized. He probably wouldn't even bother providing her with basic necessities if she wasn't carrying his baby.

"If that's the case, I won't even remember the password." Deirdre closed her eyes and said, "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Frances' eyes lit up with eagerness.

"Brendan goes to work at the company every day, right? You can let me out when he's not around so I can get some fresh air."

She needed to return to the study to test if her fingerprint