Brendan furrowed his eyebrows, while Sam immediately stepped forward and said, “Mr. Brighthall… Ms. McKinnon is already experiencing an emotional breakdown, so she’s not able to withstand any more triggers.”

Brendan’s face turned green from anger. It was already getting dark, and it was not appropriate for Deirdre to be holding a dog’s corpse out there. Could she be planning to hold the dog for a whole night?

“Let go, Deirdre.” Brendan exhaled and said, “I’ll arrange for someone to give it a proper burial. It’s not going to die in peace if you continue to hold it like this.”

Deirdre turned a deaf ear to his advice and refused to let go. She would regret not taking a glance at her child for the rest of her life, and that was why she refused to let go of Bliss.

She wanted to keep it company, as she was certain that it was cold after lying on the ground for so long.

“Deirdre!” Brendan narrowed his eyes. The sky was growing darker and darker, and the bloody stench on her body was al