It was unclear whether Declan had listened to him or not, but Brendan took Deirdre onto the ambulance.

As soon as they got in the vehicle, Deirdre released the fragment from her hand, revealing a long gash on her palm. Fortunately, it wasn't deep, but it still looked terrifying.

Brendan suppressed his anger and waited for Deirdre to completely deal with her wound and have it stitched up at the hospital before he coldly demanded, "Deirdre, explain."

He held onto her wrist tightly. "Aren't you afraid of becoming handicapped? How could you hold onto something so dangerous like that? Do you know how worried I was?"

"I'm sorry." Deirdre was filled with guilt. "I had my reasons for doing so."

She explained why she had no choice but to do what she did.

Brendan's face became somber. "So, you're saying that Laura has influenced Declan?" he asked.

Deirdre nodded. "Whether it's hypnosis or something else, it's undeniable that Declan has suddenly turned cold toward Glenna. And don't you thi