Brendan's sudden request for Deirdre to go to the room surprised her. They had never done this before and usually maintained a certain distance between them.Deirdre pretended to be unfazed and got up from the sofa. Ryker narrowed his eyes and asked, "Ms. McKinnon, do you often go upstairs alone with Mr. Brighthall?""Yes," Deirdre replied calmly. "Whenever he has free time, he reads bedtime stories to our child upstairs.""Read bedtime stories?" Ryker raised an eyebrow in surprise.Deirdre nodded. "I'm not sure where he got the idea, maybe because this child will be his only one in the future, so he wants to connect with her through prenatal education.""I see." Ryker didn't take it too seriously. Before Deirdre left, he whispered in her ear, "I hope you won't forget our conversation this morning. I'll come tomorrow for your answer."Ryker picked up his briefcase and walked away, leaving Deirdre clenching her palms tightly. She took a deep breath and approached the door of Brend

Deirdre arched her waist and looked down at her protruding abdomen. She complained, "Your father is an idiot, a complete fool. If only he had waited for me, I wouldn't have let him be hypnotized again and suffer, but now..."As Deirdre spoke, her eyes filled with sadness, and she almost stopped breathing to force herself to remain calm."But it's too late to say all this now. He has lost his memory, so I'm the only one who can uncover everything. I want to know their purpose and find a way to break your father's hypnosis. Even if I can't break it, I believe Declan will help me."After speaking, Deirdre exhaled as if she had made up her mind and peacefully closed her eyes. However, she had a bad dream while sleeping through the night. When she woke up, she felt dizzy. As she went downstairs, she was surprised to find that Brendan hadn't left yet. Lately, her fatigue had been getting worse, and sometimes she could sleep until 10:00 a.m.She didn't feel as exhausted today, but she sti

Ryker's gentle and concerned voice echoed in Deirdre's ears. Calmly, Deirdre gritted her teeth, shook her head, and pushed his hand away."I'm fine. I just ate too much, and my stomach feels uncomfortable.""It's a normal pregnancy reaction, Ms. McKinnon. You're already in the late stages of your pregnancy, but you still have a good appetite. You're not too picky with your food, which is quite lucky," Ryker replied in his usual manner."Some pregnant women experience vomiting and upset stomachs after eating, making it difficult for them to sleep at night. That kind of pain is more intense.""Yes," Deirdre said, lowering her head and gently touching her protruding abdomen. "I am lucky."As she lowered her head, several strands of her hair, which she had put up in a bun, became loose and hung down the back of her neck, exposing her porcelain skin. The hair tickled her sensitive skin, causing it to blush scarlet.Ryker's eyes darkened at the sight, and he reluctantly reached out his

"Of course not," Deirdre replied softly, unsure of Brendan's reaction. "But the topic I want to talk about is related to Ryker."Brendan fixed a serious gaze on her."Go on."Since Brendan didn't mention anything else, Deirdre felt relieved, thinking he hadn't noticed what she had done to his milk. She sighed and pretended to be uneasy. "Never mind, it's nothing. After thinking about it, I realize I have nothing to say to you. You should get some rest. I'm leaving."Just as Deirdre was about to walk away, Brendan suddenly grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the bed. He positioned himself over her, making sure to avoid putting pressure on her belly, but his strong arms held her in place, preventing any movement.Deirdre panicked and placed her hands between them."Brendan! What are you doing?""What am I doing?" Brendan stared into her eyes, including the sweaty tip of her nose. "You came to my room out of nowhere, wanting to say something, but then you turned around and refu

In an instant, Brendan stabbed the fruit knife toward his arm without hesitation, feeling a sudden pain that brought him back to his senses. Clenching the knife tightly and gritting his teeth, he stumbled toward the bathroom.Unable to see the blood but catching its scent, Deirdre refrained from touching Brendan and gritted her teeth, hastily leaving the room.Downstairs, Frances was still tidying up. Holding her breath, Deirdre urged, "Call the doctor! Tell him to come right away!"Knowing that Brendan had his own family doctor, Frances agreed, but when she picked up the phone, she hesitated and ended up calling Ryker instead."Deirdre wants to call the family doctor?" Ryker feigned ignorance and asked, "What happened?"Frances explained, "Ms. McKinnon was in Mr. Brighthall's room, and then Mr. Brighthall went in. Afterward, Ms. McKinnon rushed out to call the family doctor.""I understand," Ryker replied.Confused by his response, Frances asked, "Mr. Wight, should I call the d