“Don’t bother. She has always been ungrateful. She will still pull a long face no matter how well you treat her, and the sight of her sickens me,” Brendan said in a displeased tone. “You should head back first. I’ll come and see you tonight.”

Charlene nodded shyly. She was about to leave when Deirdre, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly said, “Brendan, are you planning on going to court to go through the divorce procedure with me when I’m discharged from the hospital later today?”

Brendan turned his head to the side to look at Charlene as soon as those words were spoken, his dark eyes glistening with coldness.

Charlene’s expression was frozen. She hastily explained, “Brendan, I just gave Ms. McKinnon a gentle reminder. I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

Brendan did not respond. Instead, he looked at Deirdre once again. His flawless, gorgeous face was enshrouded in a layer of coldness, and his thin lips were compressed tightly as he said in a cold voice, “So what if that is the case?