It was at this moment that Kyran came down with a towel in his hand. When he saw Deirdre answering the phone belonging to Brendan, his face turned white in an instant.

“Deirdre! Who’s calling?” asked Kyran nervously as he hurriedly went down the staircase and stared at Deirdre.

Deirdre handed him the phone. “I don’t know. It might be someone calling the wrong number because there’s no voice at the other end.”

Kyran received the phone, took a glance at the name on the screen, hung up the phone, and said, “It’s indeed a wrong number as I don’t recognize it.”

Deirdre nodded. Following that, she asked with confusion, “Since when do you have two phones? Why didn’t I know that?”

Kyran usually switched off the phone belonging to Brendan and locked it in a drawer. He would usually switch it on to make a call only when needed. He had brought it out today because he needed it, but he didn’t expect to receive a call while he was taking a shower.

Kyran forced himself to be calm and recollect