Brendan dialed the phone number, and when the call was connected, he passed the phone to Deirdre.

The doctor sounded very stable as he said, “Miss McKinnon, I understand how eager you are to see your mother. However, because your mother’s heart issue is at a critical junction, it’s not advisable for her to see you. If meeting you affects her emotions, our hard work all this while will be in vain.”

“T-Then...” Deirdre asked while biting her lip, “When can I see my mother?”

“It won’t take long, Miss McKinnon. Provided that her situation gets better, probably in about a few months. It’d be good for you to see your mother.”

“Alright.”

After ending the phone call, Deirdre was still in a daze. She had to wait for several months. When every moment of her life was like a year, could she really survive through a few months?

Looking at Deirdre's bewildered expression, Brendan couldn't help raising his hand, wanting to stroke the messy hair on her forehead. But before he could touch her hea