The room was poorly ventilated and humid. It was an attic of the lowest quality without any decent furniture. Deirdre curled up under the blanket, her eyelids batting shakily in a piteous manner.

Brendan felt his heart wrench in pain abruptly as he was about to approach her.

All of a sudden, Deirdre opened her eyes shakily.

The room was pitch black, but she could hear someone coming clearly. She asked in confusion, “Is that you, Sterling?”

She spoke in a very gentle tone because she was ill, especially when uttering Sterling’s name. However, it felt like needles to Brendan’s ears.

“Sterling? Your tone sounds really promiscuous. It seems that you have a rather close relationship with him, huh.” Brendan clenched his fist tightly and sniggered all of a sudden, his prior sympathy vanishing instantly.

Deirdre’s face turned ghastly pale at once, and she clutched her blanket tightly. “Brendan! How did you get into my place?!”

“If Sterling can come, why can’t I!” Brendan was infuri