“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