A smile played upon her lips, and her face radiated an unmistakable grace. She appeared to be a refined young woman hailing from a privileged background.

However, if Sterling's suspicions proved true and Emily was indeed capable of such actions, then what a repugnant soul lurked behind that enchanting facade. The thought sent a shiver down Sterling's spine.

"No, I'm not here for tea."

"You didn't come here to drink tea?" Emily was not surprised. "Then you came to question me? I didn't expect Ms. McKinnon to have such great charm to be able to make you come to dissuade me."

Sterling didn't even blink or respond to Emily's words, but asked in a cold tone, "What did you do to Brendan?"

Emily raised her eyebrows. "Me? Sterling, what can I do to Mr. Brighthall? I'm quite well-skilled in treating insomnia, and I made Mr. Brighthall sleep better. That's all."

"Really?" Sterling was so angry that he took the packed incense ash out of his pocket and threw it on the table. "Then how do you