“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