“Ms. McKinnon… In the video, the bread given by Shea was indeed intact,” Sam replied.Deirdre gasped.She began to wonder whether she had been deceived and whether Shea was one of the bad guys.No, Emily was definitely not innocent. This entire series of events had been completely orchestrated by her. How could Shea have followed Emily's instructions?Unless the two of them were in cahoots… However, if Shea and Emily were in cahoots, they could have done much more to benefit themselves. They could have sacrificed Shea to elevate Emily’s position in Brendan's heart, although no normal person would make such a trade.“Sam, can you tell me about all the angles of the bread in that video?" Deirdre asked."At the beginning of the video, Shea was holding the bread when she showed up in the lobby. However, at the time, the shape of the bread couldn't be seen clearly. It was only after the bread was handed over to the staff that it was confirmed to be intact," Sam explained.“So, the
Brendan squinted his eyes. "The reason is simple. She slandered Emily, and your eyes will never recover."Tears welled up in Shea's eyes. “No, Mr. Brighthall, I didn’t do it!”“You didn’t? Then how do you explain this?” Brendan gave her a warning look.Shea was speechless. She didn’t even know what had happened. The bread she had taken was the one that had been bitten and she hadn’t let anyone touch it. How could this be?Her silence made Brendan think that she was unable to refute.Deirdre cursed in her heart.“Brendan, I know clearly what kind of person Shea is. She would never do anything to harm me! I can vouch for her myself. This is all just a misunderstanding!”“Vouch for her?” Emily sighed helplessly. “Ms. McKinnon, you can be kind, but don’t be too kind. She’s been trying to harm you after all! Have you ever wondered why Shea had the same ingredients that were found on the tested bread? Obviously, she had it in her possession. If you believe her, and if something happen
As expected, Brendan’s face turned cold, and his deep black eyes were inscrutable. At that moment, Emily quietly walked up to Shea, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered “Do you want this situation to continue? Look at the vibe between Brendan and Deirdre. The love they had for each other has gradually turned into conflict, and you are the reason for all of this.”Shea was stunned and began to feel an intense sense of guilt."Given Brendan's personality, even if he really promised Deirdre to let you go, he would still feel a knot in his heart. After all, he would have been forced to do this by Deirdre for your sake," Emily added.After Emily finished speaking, she rose to her feet. Sam glanced over and saw Emily by Shea’s side. Shea had lowered her head and lost all her spirit.“Shea…” Sam sensed that something was wrong.Meanwhile, the confrontation between Deirdre and Brendan continued.“So you’re forcing me not to pursue this matter, right?” Brendan’s palm on the sofa ti
“Brendan!”Brendan ignored Deirdre’s glares and demanded, “Sam, escort Ms. McKinnon home.”“Yes.”Sam dared not say much and just urged her, “Ms. McKinnon, let’s go.”Deirdre was emotionally distraught, but Sam's request forced her to move her feet and leave the private room. Even outside, her emotions remained in turmoil and she could not calm down. She had thought that if she caught up with everything, she would be able to help Shea in some way. But she had ended up only making things worse for her by forcing her to admit to a crime she hadn't committed.Deirdre hugged her arms, feeling useless.“Ms. McKinnon.” Sam hesitated for a long time before he chose to speak up. “There’s something I think you need to know.”“What is it?”“Before Shea confessed, I saw Emily next to her.”“What? Where was Emily in the beginning?” “She was sitting on the sofa, only two meters away from Shea. But while you and Mr. Brighthall were talking, Emily suddenly moved closer to Shea and her
Deirdre's gaze turned cold. A layer of frost covered her mien. "Oh, you're telling me all of this because you think your plan has already won, right? You think I can't touch a single hair on your head?"Emily was nonchalant. "Oh, Ms. McKinnon, I can assure you… I'm not in the same league as that idiot Charlene McKinney. I don't intend to give you openings the moment my plan starts getting into action. Go ahead, amass your 'evidence'! You think Brendan's gonna believe you?"Deirdre froze, her teeth grinding against each other. There had been a chance, but Emily… Emily was the one who had forced Shea into admitting guilt! Deirdre clenched her fists as rage rocked her chest. She glared at Emily, who smiled and raised her chin, beaming."What, you want to punch me now?""Punch you?" Deirdre closed her eyes. "As if I'm interested in dirtying my hand!"Emily's face darkened, but Deirdre did not care. Her throwing hands were exactly what Emily wanted. Thus, Deirdre turned on her heels,
Sam basically explained away why Deirdre slapped Emily, causing the latter’s eyes to grow cold. She managed to remove Shea from the picture, only for Sam to get in the way!She cupped her swollen cheek. It hurt so bad her own touch caused her entire face to twitch. She laughed in pain. “I really think Ms. McKinnon’s prejudice against me was too much. I just wanted to… make some clarification, you know. It’s why I wanted to talk to her in private. It’s no good for doctors and patients to misunderstand one another. In fact, it’s bad news to how effective the treatment could work…“I guess… Ms. McKinnon hates me too much, huh?”Deirdre gritted her teeth and snarled, “Miss me with that bullsh*t! Go ahead and tell everyone what you said to me right now!”Emily’s eyes reflected innocent confusion. “Ms. McKinnon, I—”“That’s enough!” Brendan snapped. All of this was giving him a migraine, and his patience was running low. “Didn’t I tell you to get Dee home, Sam?”Sam hung his head. “Sor
Brendan climbed the stairs and returned to his room. Deirdre clenched her jaw and followed suit.When Brendan found Deirdre sitting on his bed after he emerged from the bathroom, wiping himself dry, he knew there was no getting out of the discussion. He flipped his matted hair back and asked, "Okay, what is it?"Deirdre clenched her hands. "Remember how I slapped Emily at the gate of Night City? That was because she confessed to coercing Shea! And that's not all, Brendan. Do you know that Mrs. Engel is innocent? She was threatened into confessing she was the mole! Think about it! If Mrs. Engel was a mole, she would have had ample time to hurt me. She never needed to work with Emily at all!"The room fell into a prolonged silence. Brendan seemed rather unperturbed and unruffled until shades of fatigue appeared on his face. "I see. Okay. Now, time to sleep."Deirdre froze. "You… don't believe me, do you?"Brendan set his towel down, revealing conflict in his eyes. "It's not that I d
Brendan was apathetic, distant, and even a little impatient.He did not believe her. Deirdre felt weight crushing her chest. For some reason, she was reminded of what Emily had said to her. 'You shouldn't blame anyone for this. If anything, blame yourself for being so useless. You can only rely on Brendan to do anything at all. Think about it. What happens when he stops trusting you?'Deirdre understood the thorn in her words now. It felt like cotton had been stuffed into her throat. A long moment later, Deirdre finally spoke again. "What happened, Brendan? What did she say to you that just… makes you trust her so much? We both already know that she likes you! So why is it so hard for you to believe she would do anything to get you?"Brendan caressed her cheeks. He looked like he was grappling with his own confusion, too. "Dee, I love that you're wary about her existence. I love that you're jealous of her, but jealousy doesn't mean someone has to be this evil demon you're making