Brendan frowned, his voice filled with irritation. "It's your own responsibility to find your way back, just like how you got here. Are you waiting for me to personally escort you back?"

"Mr. Brighthall—"

Brendan interrupted her sharply, his face exuding a powerful and oppressive aura. "Mrs. Wanner, I spared you from questioning about Deirdre's presence here because of your age. But if you continue to support her, I don't think this job is suitable for you."

Mrs. Wanner was rendered speechless, and Deirdre shook her head, disappointed. She took a deep breath, not willing to give up. "Brendan, can you help me one last time? For the sake of the child... if you give me $40,000, I promise to leave immediately and never bother you again!" she pleaded.

Brendan turned away, demanding, "Don't make me say it again. Get out of here."

Deirdre watched him walk away, her eyes filled with despair. She gnashed her teeth, determined not to shed another tear in front of Brendan.

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