Chapter 87 I Will Never Bear Your Child in My Lifetime Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her face. She wanted to kill Brendan so badly at that very moment.
âHave you forgotten what you told me in the past, Mr. Brighthall? You told me not to succumb to wishful thinking about you and not even think about getting pregnant with your baby. You said that you would choke me to death if I were to get pregnant. Are you discrediting yourself now?â
Brendanâs expression was icy, and his dark eyes glistened with a tinge of overwhelming emotions.
He had been disgusted with Deirdreâs lack of propriety in the past indeed. He had loathed her for her wild wishes and wished that she would leave his world immediately.
However, he did not know why, but he had dreamed about her frequently in the two years that she had been gone.
He could not understand the reason, but perhaps it was due to guilt or sympathy. All in all, he wanted to give Deirdre a home and a child at that very moment.
âYou were obsessed with wild ideas in the past indeed. But now, youâre pitiful. Youâve lost everything, and itâs only natural that I want to give you what you want. It would be fine to give you a child to keep you company. You can think of it as compensation âCompensation for your motherâs death and your eyes.â
âCompensation?â Deirdre laughed and interrupted him. Tears streamed down her face as she said in a determined tone, âDonât worry, Iâll kill myself and the child if I get pregnant. Donât even think that Iâd bear your child in this lifetime, Brendan! Youâre the one who is obsessed with wild ideas!â
Brendanâs pupils constricted, and he could not believe what he had just heard. He flew into a rage and said, âSay that again, Deirdre!â
âGive me the pill.â Deirdre was very calm compared to Brendan. âBrendan, you can choose not to give me the pill, but I assure you that I will definitely kill myself if I get pregnant. You may give it a try if you donât believe me.â
âHave you lost your mind?â
That used to be a huge blessing for Deirdre in the past.
He suddenly realized something and felt as if there was a knot in his throat. He felt his heart wrenching in pain. âThatâs right! You killed our first child, so of course your donât care about my offspring. You would bear children for f*cking Sterling and do it willingly if the child was his offspring, right?â
âHeâs not the only one.â Deirdre said with red eyes, âI would bear children for any man in this world, but I wonât do it for you.â
The remark was brutal. Brendanâs chest was burning with fury, and he felt like he was about to explode from anger. His thin lips turned pale, yet his eyes went dark. He collapsed to the ground right away.
A bang was heard, stunning Deirdre. âBrendan?â
There was no reply. She got down on her knees and stretched out her hand. Brendanâs entire face was burning hot, as if he was soaking in hot water.
His condition was much worse than any sick day he had experienced in the past. Brendan had always been very healthy and had barely been sick in his life.
Deirdreâs mind went blank, and she called out to Sam.
Sam was startled by the sight of Brendan on the ground when he entered. He called a doctor in a haste and informed Brendanâs family all in one go.
Deirdre was still sitting on the sofa in shock when Brendanâs mother got there.
Brendan was in critical condition and was surrounded by doctors. He still could not regain consciousness after receiving treatment, and Madam Brighthall was crying. Soon, she calmed herself with great effort, yet she still refused to leave the room.
Deirdre recovered from her shock when she learned that Brendanâs life was not in danger. She walked inside by following the wall barefoot.
It would be impossible for Madam Brighthall not to see her no matter how hard she tried to ignore her.
She said in a rigid tone, âWhere are you going?â
Deirdre said with her gaze lowered, âI donât want to be an eyesore to you by staying here. Iâm going to sit outside.â
âCome back.â Madam Brighthall saw her bare feet and felt rather frustrated. âYou just got out of the emergency room yesterday and youâre walking barefoot today. Youâre going to be sick again, and Brendan will blame me again when he wakes up.â