Chapter 1304 Mr. Brighthall Might Have Amnesia

"The doctor said to be moderate... Are you a pervert?" Deirdre felt deeply wronged, but she refused to show weakness in front of Brendan. She held back her tears, and the hint of redness at the corner of her eyes made her appear even more pitiful and captivating. "I'm already in pain, yet you still treat me like this. In that case, why bother trying to save the child?" she exclaimed. Brendan's heart inexplicably softened. He realized that despite maintaining a stern expression, his voice became gentler. "Where does it hurt?" he asked. Deirdre paused for a moment, then obediently answered, "My waist." Brendan's pressed against her waist, covered with fabric. His palm's warm and scorching heat gradually seeped into her skin as he began applying pressure, massaging gently. Unconsciously, Deirdre's body relaxed, but conflicting emotions overwhelmed her. She couldn't fathom Brendan's intentions. Brendan didn't anticipate his own tenderness. He tirelessly continued massaging while bur