Brendan left the office, but his tightly-furrowed eyebrows had yet to relax. He was worried that Deirdre had been rendered infertile for the rest of her life after the miscarriage of her first child. As for the reason he was worried, the only thing he could think of was that he needed a child.

‘Deirdre is the most suitable candidate to provide me with a child now.’

He arrived at Deirdre’s room to find Sam guarding the door outside. At the thought of how Deirdre could possibly still be sitting on the toilet bowl and not be properly dressed, his gaze turned colder as he looked toward Sam. “You haven’t gone in the room, right?”

Sam kept his head lowered. “No.”

Brendan felt relieved. He warned Sam with a cold voice before he entered the room. “Don’t get fancy ideas, and remember your place. Don’t forget what you promised me.”

After entering the room, he found Deirdre already shaking in pain on the toilet bowl. He wrapped her in his arms and fed her warm water before calling the doctor