Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 14 Their Child

I was! I’m here to take my child!” “What are you talking about?” Sterling furrowed his eyebrows. “Child? What child?” Brendan caught Sterling off guard when he sniggered. “You’re still trying to put on an act with Deirdre to trick me, huh? Deirdre was pregnant with my child two years ago and refused to get an abortion regardless. The child should be a little over a year old already based on my calculations.”  “Two years ago?” Sterling was stunned for a moment. He furrowed his eyebrows deeply and said, “What kind of nonsense are you talking about? I encountered Deirdre a year ago in the fall. Her body was so weak that she could not even live a normal life, let alone have a baby. I spent close to a year healing her. If she was pregnant, how would I not know when I’m a doctor?” ‘What?’ Brendan’s pupils constricted, and he felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest. ‘Was she not released from jail last fall? If Sterling is telling the truth, did Deirdre… ‘No! That’s absolutely impossible!’ Brendan denied the idea, as he refused to acknowledge that Deirdre had lost the child in prison. Otherwise, how could he be unaware of it? “There was no child a year ago? Deirdre was still under my control a year ago. You’re such a liar that you truly deserve to be with Deirdre!” When Brendan was done mocking him, he turned around and walked out of the office. However, he could not help feeling shock and panic. He clenched his teeth and looked up Deirdre’s address before driving there right away. He wanted to ask Deirdre in person! He wanted to ask her if what that idiot Sterling had told him was the truth! He wanted to find out if his child was really lost! … It was a sunny day, but the curtains were tightly shut, leaving the room pitch black. It was autumn, so the weather was neither warm nor cold. Deirdre was curled up under the blanket, her face flushed scarlet from fever, her expression filled with agony, and her body trembling uncontrollably. It felt as if Brendan had cursed her. She had returned home with a high fever after he had shown up yesterday. Her head was spinning, and her body was feeling warm and cold now. She had already lost track of time as she was curled up under the blanket. She felt as if the world was spinning and she dreamt about her unborn child in a daze. It was a tiny child looking at her, his eyes glistening with sadness. It felt as if the child was blaming her for not protecting him. “I’m sorry… It’s all my fault… It’s my fault for not taking care of you… Please don’t blame me, okay?” Deirdre felt the urge to cry. Her eyes were tightly