“You only need to comply with my treatment and take the liquid medication.”

Deirdre’s empty eyes finally moved once. Her soft lips parted to blurt out, “Leave.”

“Ms. McKinnon… You really don’t need to be so sad because you’re going to be pregnant again…”

Deirdre stretched out her hand to knock over the medication cup and the warm water. She didn’t feel anything, even though the warm water splashed her hand. She glared at the doctor with bloodshot eyes and said, “I told you to leave! Can you hear me? I won’t take the medication!”

The doctor was stunned for a moment but he noticed Deirdre’s hand soon enough. “Your hand is hurt, Ms. McKinnon!”

“Leave!”

The doctor had no idea what to do against her resistance, so he could only call up Brendan to report the situation.

Brendan left an important meeting halfway and found Deirdre sitting on the sofa as soon as he entered the house. There was a mess on the rug, and Deirdre’s hand, the one she had used to protect herself, was already swo