Chapter 974 Is This A Part of Your Plan Too?

“Sure thing.” Even after the maid held Madame Brighthall by her hand and led her away, Deirdre remained by the door to the child’s room and continued to look inside, regardless of the fact that she saw nothing. “Brendan, what does it look like?” He entered the room and stood next to her. It was a small room, but it had everything—toys of all shapes and sizes and a cot leaped into one’s field of vision. Madame Brighthall’s care was evident. She was worried that her granddaughter might not like pink as much as she had hoped, so she tried to balance it with other colors. “Do you want to know?” She nodded. Brendan took her hand. “I’ll let you feel it.” He held her fingertips, letting them outstretched to the baby mobile hanging above their head. “This is a mobile of the night sky. The moon, the stars, and the planets.” “This is the wallpaper. Pink and blue stripes. Cartoon pictures dot them, and every single one of them has my mom’s writing embroidered on it. “This is the cot. M