Brendan's face turned paler as the car swerved off course. Deirdre looked around and realized they were heading toward her neighborhood.

"Brendan, what's happening?" Deirdre felt confused. "You said you'd take me to get the child. Why are we back here?"

The car stopped by Deirdre's house, and Brendan's voice turned cold. "I can't take you to see him right now."

Deirdre clenched her teeth upon hearing this. "You liar!"

Brendan's expression remained unchanged. "I won't let you see the child unless you listen. Once you agree not to meet Ryker, I'll arrange a meeting."

Deirdre's anger flared. "Is blackmail the only way you handle things?"

Brendan rubbed his forehead impatiently. "Just get out!"

Deirdre angrily slammed the door and stormed out. Brendan took a brief moment, then softly instructed, "Drive."

The assistant started the car, and surprisingly, the opposite door swiftly swung open.

A four-year-old stepped out, wearing pajamas. His eyes gleamed with clarity, and his face li