Chapter 1281 Should have Died in Prison

Tears welled up in Deirdre's eyes despite her smile after she noticed that the destination was the hospital. She figured that Brendan still cared about her and that he was having trouble coping with Madame Brighthall's passing, which was why he was cold and distant. She stretched out her hand to hold Brendan's hand in joy. "Brendan, are you taking me to the hospital so I can get a checkup? "My belly has begun to feel unwell since yesterday. Take me back to rest in the villa after we are done with the checkup, okay?" She spoke with sincerity, yet she noticed that Brendan turned his head to look at her with emotions in his eyes that she could not discern. In the next moment, he held her hand back. The man's fingers were cold, but it set Deirdre's mind at ease. She followed his footsteps. It was only that the man was walking swiftly, so Deirdre had to exert strength to catch up to him. They got into an elevator, and Sam was also planning to get into it. However, he felt Brendan's