"You can see how important I am to Brendan, so how could I not be aware? I should… give him some time," said Deirdre.Mrs. Wanner's eyes lit up when she heard that. "Exactly! I suspect that Mr. Brighthall simply doesn't understand liking someone. If he really cared about Emily Collins, he would have gone to see her long ago. But I have never heard him mention her name in the past few days," she explained.Deirdre bit her lip and walked forward. Just as she entered the villa, she collided with Brendan, who was hurrying and seemed to be searching for something.It was only when he saw Deirdre that the tension in his face relaxed."Mr. Brighthall? Where are you going?" Mrs. Wanner asked in surprise.Brendan's gaze was fixed firmly on Deirdre's face. He opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately gave up and averted his eyes."Just going out for a bit," he replied.Mrs. Wanner hoped that Brendan would say he would find Deirdre, but his response left her slightly embarrassed."We

"Okay," Deirdre replied, her eyes filled with moved tears.Brendan looked at her with a pained expression, his brows furrowing. "Did I ever say that I don't want to see you cry? It hurts my heart. Deirdre, never cry again. I won't let you cry again."Deirdre's fingertips trembled, and her throat felt constricted, but her heart was filled with joy. "Yes, you did. How could you have never said it... You said you would never let me cry.""But I haven't kept my promise." Brendan frowned, his fingers gently wiping away the tears from Deirdre's face. "You've cried several times, and it's my fault.""No, as long as you have me in your heart, that's enough," Deirdre replied, shedding tears of happiness.The two of them spent a long time outside until Mrs. Wanner smiled and coughed as she approached them. "Mr. Brighthall, it's getting colder. With Ms. McKinnon's health, it is not good for her to stay outside any longer. It's better to go inside as soon as possible. Also, the soup I stewe

In response to this, Emily could only sneer and gaze at Mrs. Wanner with a profound meaning."Ms. McKinnon, you have quite the ability to make so many servants remain loyal to you. And it reminds me of the previous one. I think she was called Mrs. Engel. Her fate... Tsk, tsk. And now, this Mrs. Wanner, I wonder what fate awaits her?" commented Emily.Deirdre's face suddenly turned pale, and a surge of hatred welled up within her. But she restrained herself, unwilling to give Emily the opportunity to play the victim before Brendan."I don't know what fate awaits others, but I'm certain that someone as malicious as you will face retribution sooner or later," said Deirdre.Emily laughed audaciously. "Then I'll take your words as a good omen."Deirdre clenched her fists tightly while Emily tilted her head and called out, "Mr. Brighthall? Mr. Brighthall, are you here?"Deirdre couldn't bear to watch any longer. "Are you done acting? I don't believe you don't know that Brendan has alre

Ryker pulled up his pants, and an image of a person flashed through his mind."There is indeed one," he said."Who!?" Emily asked anxiously."Sterling. He was in the same research institute as me. Although he joined after I left, he managed to win the favor of that old man. It wouldn't be surprising that the old man told him about my ability to hypnotize…" Ryker replied as he squinted."But isn't Sterling imprisoned because of your connections? How could he have time to contact Deirdre?" Emily said as her face turned pale.Ryker flicked away the cigarette butt. "I reckon they had discussions back in Eastgene.""What do we do now?" Emily was anxious. "Now that Deirdre knows about the hypnosis, Brendan might soon come out of the hypnotic state, right!?"Ryker sneered. "What do you think hypnosis is? Cabbage left on the street? Is hypnosis that easy to be deciphered?"He then added with confidence, "My hypnosis program is complex, and unraveling it is extremely difficult. If we at

"I believe Brendan has experienced quite a lot of stimulation regarding his memories, hasn't he? Have his headaches been getting worse, to the point where he's almost unable to stay conscious? Do you think this is a good sign?"Deirdre's face turned pale because the man had accurately described everything. She trembled and struggled simultaneously to maintain her voice as she asked, "What are you trying to say?""I am kindly reminding you that a hypnotized person cannot handle such stimulation. You can only hope that one day he will voluntarily regain his memories. If he recovers certain fragments under external stimulation, all his memories will clash."After the clash, the resulting consequences are not something an ordinary person can endure. He might turn into a dumb fool or a completely irrational madman. It all depends on luck, but I believe that you wouldn't want either of those outcomes, right?" replied Ryker.Deirdre's lips turned white suddenly, and as she held tight to h