Brendan frowned. “I’ll get you a bowl of porridge.”

Brendan immediately went out, dashed down the staircase, filled a bowl of porridge, and went back up. As he pushed open the door, he didn’t see Deirdre on her bed.

Brendan saw Deirdre only when he shifted his glance to the balcony. He didn’t know how Deirdre had made it to the window of the balcony, but he was shocked to see that she had opened the floor-to-ceiling window, which was completely unshielded.

“Deirdre! What are you doing?! Come over!”

The wind was blowing in Deirdre’s ears, and she had a vacant look on her face. She no longer felt any pain. She only wanted to free herself as soon as possible.

“Brendan, don’t you force Sterry again. He’s one of the few who’s treated me well. Wanting to be your wife and make you love me was wishful thinking on my part, but it turns out that you’re disgusted. I’m sorry,” said Deirdre apologetically. She then closed her eyes with determination. “So I’m giving you my life.”

“Deirdre!”