Brendan had always thought that Deirdre looked beautiful. He used to believe that he had this thought just because she looked like Charlene. Nevertheless, his thought remained unchanged even though Deirdre had been disfigured for a long time.

Deirdre’s mouth was open, but she couldn’t say a single word. She only felt awkward. As she tried to change the topic, the child in her embrace began to cry, grabbing her collar without any intention of letting go.

“What is it? Are you feeling uncomfortable?” Deirdre got nervous but she didn’t lose her cool. She patted the back of the child with one hand while touching the child’s forehead with the other.

She did it in one go, and the little girl in her embrace stopped crying.

Brendan felt rather dazzled while watching Deirdre. He inexplicably wondered how good it would be if this child was theirs!

In that case, even if Deirdre learned about the death of her mother, she would live for the sake of the child. He wouldn’t allow her to suffer con