Deirdre’s words also had a hidden meaning, and Charlene’s expression changed.Meanwhile, Madame Brighthall could not refrain from speaking after noticing Brendan’s lack of action.“Charlene, thank you so much for getting the prescription. How much money did you spend? I’ll get the butler to wire the money to your account. We shall not keep you for the gathering today any longer.”She was keeping her distance from Charlene through her remark. Charlene clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh and loathed the woman on the sofa deep into her bones. She smiled and said, “Alright then, I understand that I’m not welcome here, so I won’t stay any longer. I’ll leave after I finish the soup.”She savored the taste of the soup slowly as if she was attempting to stay longer on purpose. The servants went ahead with their chores while Madame Brighthall seized the opportunity to speak in private with Brendan. Her meticulously-cared face was filled with confusion and anger

“However, I’m extremely disgusted that you are with me but still get yourself involved with Charlene at the same time.”Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows. It was apparent that she was still thinking about the scene of Charlene in the family mansion earlier.“I won’t.” Brendan immediately stated his true intention clearly. There was only sincerity left on his flawlessly handsome face. “From the moment I decided to become Kyran, I had already made up my mind to only love you in my heart and no one else.”Deirdre wanted to ask, “If that is the case, why are you still deeply involved with Charlene now?” Yet, she could not bring herself to speak. She knew that Brendan was incapable of answering that question for sure. At the thought of Charlene’s meaningful remark before she left, Deirdre asked, “Are you hiding something from me, Brendan?”Brendan’s eyes turned solemn. He thought about the injury on his shoulder and also…He tucked a strand of Deirdre’s hair behind her ear and answered

“Oh, he’s right, Miss McKinnon! I just remembered that I have a lot of work cut out for me. I guess I can only try your cooking some other time.”With that, Sam left. Brendan turned to Deirdre’s deadpanned stare and said placidly, “He knows he’s too busy to quietly and slowly enjoy these simple things in life. I’ll have to do.”Of course, Deirdre knew Brendan had threatened Sam into leaving. “It’s a big pot of soup, for crying out loud. Can you finish it by yourself?”“I can,” Brendan replied under his breath. “If you’re the one who made it, then I’ll drink it all.”Deirdre thought Brendan was exaggerating, but it turned out he made do with his promise, after all. It even shocked Mrs. Engel by the time she returned to the mansion. Brendan was not known for his appetite, which had only grown smaller after his injuries. Deirdre drank about half of her own portion and believed that there was nothing especially delicious about her soup, anyway.Brendan pulled her into his arms when

What is going on? Had Brendan been deceiving her all along!?Mrs. Engel was trying her best to comfort the distraught young woman. “Miss McKinnon, please calm down! You can’t just listen to something she said and immediately believe her, right? Why is whatever she said automatically real? Mr. Brighthall’s gunshot wound is real, you saw that. There was no lie about that!”She was right. Brendan’s injury was real, or he would not have been so hurt he could not sleep. Henry’s sister could have lied just to gain forgiveness and sympathy. And yet, Deirdre’s mind was in disarray. Any mood she had to stay in the shopping district was gone. She hailed a cab and quickly returned to the mansion. She strode into the living room and found nobody there. She rose the stairs to where the study was, and right before she pushed the door open, she heard sounds—a conversation.“Have you found our wanted person?”“We’re close. The mole hides well, so it’s not easy to sniff them out for the time be

”Mr. Brighthall, if I may?” Mrs. Engel began worriedly. “I don’t know what happened between you and Mrs. Brighthall, but I haven’t been blind to how you’ve been treating her. I’m hard-pressed to believe anyone who says you don’t care about her, okay? I also don’t really understand why you had to lie to her, but if I may… Mrs. Brighthall is a very sensitive person. She needs security, Mr. Brighthall. Lying to her once is enough. Please, don’t do it again… before her heart turns to stone.”A fog seemed to have dawned on Brendan’s eyes. “I understand what you say, but I’m afraid this is more complicated than you might have imagined. For now, please focus on taking care of Deirdre.”Mrs. Engel raised her head. “Are you leaving?”Brendan remembered the things Charlene had said that day, his expression darkening. “No, not leaving. I simply have something important I must settle.”He went upstairs. Naturally, the door to Deirdre’s room was locked, so he knocked. “Can I come in, Dee?”The