“Deirdre! Deirdre!”

Brendan’s pupils constricted in fear. He tossed away the umbrella to pick up the woman and took her back to the room without any concern about the mud on her body.

On the other hand, Deirdre’s breathing was weakening with each passing second. Her entire body was ice-cold, and the only body heat left was on her face. She was running a high fever.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you!”

He clenched his teeth. Steven would have been astonished for sure if he was there, as Brendan was speaking with a voice tainted with unprecedented anxiety.

“Do you think you can get away just by losing consciousness? Do you think that you can put an end to everything just by doing this? That would be impossible! Deirdre, you’re mine for life and you’ll be buried in my family’s tomb when you die! Don’t even think about extricating yourself. Don’t even think about it!”

He wrapped Deirdre in a blanket and increased the heater’s temperature before he called up a doctor.

He smo