"Killed?" Brendan's expression turned cold as he spoke. "If you consider your current condition as being killed, countless people will admire you for your ability to do so, right? But after all this time, have you not missed the child? Why are you only showing up now to see the child?"

Deirdre finally lost her cool. She wished she could kill Brendan. How dare he mention the child in her presence at this point? She had never met the child since it was born, and afterward, she was almost poisoned to death. What was she supposed to do?

Ignoring the hatred in Deirdre's eyes, Brendan furrowed his eyebrow. "It's fine if you loathe me, but you shouldn't have taken the child without informing me."

"What did you say?" Deirdre managed to remain sensible despite her anger. "Please clarify your statement. What do you mean by me taking the child without informing you? What have I taken?"

Brendan narrowed his eyes. "Didn't you take the child?"

"Have you lost your mind? I haven't even seen the c