Deirdre was stunned. Brendan checked on her and discovered that a blanket covered her legs, so his mind was set at ease. Meanwhile, he just realized a patch of his arm skin was scalded.

It was fortunate that the chicken soup was not at boiling temperature, but it was hot enough to injure him. He went to wash his wound with cold water in the kitchen.

Deirdre clenched her fists tightly. As she looked at the blurry figure, her confused gaze was tainted with a tinge of guilt. However, her gaze turned apathetic the next moment.

She had indeed caused her injury, yet did he feel any ounce of guilt for causing her countless injuries?

She would be duped by his trick If she were to feel sympathy for him now. After all, all he cared about was the baby, the successor of the Brighthalls.

Brendan turned around and walked out of the kitchen to discover that the living room was empty after he was done washing. The blanket used to cover her legs was tossed on the floor.

Brendan felt his arm be