Deirdre returned to her room in the mansion and sat on the edge of her bed in a dissociative trance.Minutes crawled, possibly hours. She had no idea how long it took until she finally felt sleep catching up to her. She lay down. Then, suddenly, her door swung open from a kick. Brendan lurched like a mad beast and pinned her wrists against the floor. The air chilled, but Deirdre could almost feel frost coming from the man’s eyes furiously scanning her face.“Didn’t even lose a sleep over the sh*t you do, did you?” Brendan bellowed, his rage-powered might crushing her shoulders.“That f*cking injury on Lena’s neck! Nothing could make it go away, and everyone saw it, McKinnon! They were talking about it behind her back and among themselves during her own party all because of the stupid sh*t you did! She wouldn’t even come home after the party! That’s how humiliated you made her feel, you black-hearted b*tch! Do you even know how to f*cking stop!?”Pain flared like wildfire across h

Deirdre McKinnon eventually was about to end her miserable life in the most embarrassing and ridiculous way possible.She fell and was just reachable by the hound. She sensed that the savage hound was opening its mouth from the odious stench before she passed out.In her fever, Deirdre seemed to be in a dream. She dreamt of a puppy wagging its tail, eagerly approaching her. It should be Bliss because it kept licking at her face. Meanwhile, her body temperature dropped.Finally, the rain stopped.Brendan was standing on a balcony. The smoke of a cigarette he stubbed out remained, lingering underneath him. Raising his head, he looked into the hazy sky. It was another hour before sunrise.Downstairs...Sam, wearing a coat, strode into the mansion through the gate. While brushing the rainwater off himself, he saw his colleagues on the sofa. He was startled for a moment and felt somewhat worried. “What has kept you all here today?”Sam didn’t receive any direct reply, and only a body

Before the doctor could finish his sentence, he realized who he was speaking to and immediately shut his mouth. However, he had not thought that Brendan didn’t even frown. He merely locked his gaze on the woman lying on the bed.The doctor was stunned. When Brendan recollected himself, he asked, “When will she wake up?”“I’m not sure, probably the latest on the second night.”“Okay.”After seeing the doctor off, Brendan returned to the room. While looking at the pale face of Deirdre and the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, he sat at the edge of the bed, feeling complicated.After a day, Brendan had remained like this.Deirdre finally woke up from the nightmare. She opened her eyes, short of breath. The moment she sat up, she laughed at herself.Was ‘luck’ the only advantage she had now? She actually survived under that condition…She touched her cold face, just to realize through her sixth sense that someone else was in the room.“Sam, is that you?” Deirdre asked in

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. “Stop flattering yourself, Deirdre.”“Am I wrong though? He defied your order when he saved me from the storeroom, so you were pissed off and punished him in that manner, right?” Deirdre thought about how anyone who helped her would end up in a tragic state and smiled bitterly.“In your perception, I deserve to die, right?”“Deirdre!” Brendan said in a stern voice, his dark eyes tainted with coldness. “Your survival is none of my business, nor is Sam being sent to the casino. He’s only sent back to where he’s supposed to be!”Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears. “Let him come back. I shall acknowledge my mistake to you, Brendan.”She was most afraid of someone else suffering hardships because of her. “If you feel it’s infuriating that I was saved, I will go to the storeroom, and you can keep me there for ten days to two weeks!”Brendan took a step forward and clutched Deirdre's lower jaw so hard that she took a step back from the pain. She pushed h

Deirdre was stunned for a moment. She could obviously tell from the servant’s tone what it meant by Brendan and Charlene being in the room by themselves. Deirdre felt unusually disgusted by the thought of Brendan raping her when he was already sleeping with Charlene. She suppressed the acid reflux in her stomach with great effort and said, “When will Brendan leave the room?”The servant smiled and said, “I’m not too sure about that. Perhaps Mr. Brighthall will be down in an hour or two.”Sawyer felt slightly uneasy because the servant’s remark was too strange. He immediately said, “Please let Miss McKinnon and I enter the house first. Miss McKinnon caught a cold yesterday, and her body is weak, so she can’t stand waiting in the cold wind. We’ll wait in the living room.”The servant’s gaze changed for a moment before she forced a smile. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have the right to invite a visitor into the living room without Miss McKinney’s order. If it’s fine with you, please just w