"Is it because I haven't allowed them to meet? Or is it that you haven't given me that right?" Brendan stared at Deirdre intently. "Retrieve my phone number, and I'll arrange a meeting for you."

Sterling looked concerned and frowned. "Deirdre..."

Taking a deep breath, Deirdre replied, "No need, Mr. Brighthall."

Brendan narrowed his eyes.

Deirdre continued. "I want to see my child, and I will do so through legal channels. I don't need your assistance. Besides, this is my own affair. Please don't trouble yourself, Mr. Brighthall."

Brendan fell silent.

A heavy atmosphere settled in. Brendan's face turned pale as he asked Deirdre, "So, you would choose this relationship over our child?"

Deirdre struggled to remain composed as she looked at the little girl in her arms. "I already have my own child."

"Fine!" Brendan laughed bitterly. "Deirdre McKinnon, don't regret your decision! Go back!"

His assistant promptly pushed him into the car, and the door closed heavily before the car swi