The next moment, Deirdre caught Brendan by surprise when she avoided him. She said sarcastically, "I don't wish to trouble you, Mr. Brighthall. Your work is so busy, and it's already exhausting enough for you to be enjoying Ms. Collins' gentleness, Mr. Brighthall. You don't have to worry about me. I can manage this trivial matter."

Brendan was having difficulty bringing himself to speak. "You've misunderstood, Deirdre."

"Misunderstood what?" Deirdre asked calmly, "Have I misunderstood that you have an affair with Emily, or have I misunderstood about you lying on her body?

"Thanks to my poor vision, I couldn't see clearly. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the opportunity to defend yourself anymore, Mr. Brighthall.

"I think that I shouldn't treat my eyes because that would be the best for you, Mr. Brighthall."

Brendan was rendered speechless, and his expression was uneasy. He endured the throbbing pain in his head and explained, "I was so tired that I fainted earlier. You bumped into Em