Emily bit her lower lip as Brendan's words sank in: "I indeed have a child."

Her mind immediately conjured up an image of Deirdre, but she knew Deirdre was in a life-threatening situation on the operating table.

Trying to offer reassurance, the doctor remarked, "So you really have a child? That's great. Take your time to recover. There's no rush. Men can still have children at 60, and you're still young."

Emily felt a wave of unease upon hearing the doctor's words. As soon as she stepped out, she hurriedly questioned Brendan, "Bren, what did you mean by that? Do you want Deirdre..."

Brendan's gaze grew complicated. "Emily, my mother's dying wish was for me to have a child. I can't go against her even in this matter."

Emily's heart raced. If Deirdre died during the operation, would Brendan investigate and blame her? After all, he was determined to keep the child.

"But—"

Brendan interjected, his tone serious, "Emily, I know I've mishandled this situation, causing you trouble becau