Brendan left the office, but his tightly-furrowed eyebrows had yet to relax. He was worried that Deirdre had been rendered infertile for the rest of her life after the miscarriage of her first child. As for the reason he was worried, the only thing he could think of was that he needed a child.

‘Deirdre is the most suitable candidate to provide me with a child now.’

He arrived at Deirdre’s room to find Sam guarding the door outside. At the thought of how Deirdre could possibly still be sitting