Mrs. Wanner was at a loss for words. "Well…"

She racked her brain, trying to persuade Deirdre to calm down, but to her surprise, Deirdre burst into laughter on her own. However, there were hints of mist in her eyes.

"It's fine. I have a positive mindset. But please don't call me Mrs. Brighthall. If Brendan hears it, he might think I'm behind it," she said.

"Sure, it's good to address you as Ms. McKinnon because It sounds younger." Mrs. Wanner tried several times to change the subject, but it kept coming back to her. Then she remembered something. "Oh, Ms. McKinnon, a man came looking for you while you were resting yesterday afternoon."

"A man?" Deirdre frowned. She didn't have any friends in Neve, so she couldn't figure out who it could be.

"He said his name is Sam," said Mrs. Wanner.

"Sam?" Deirdre was surprised as she was aware that Brendan had sent away Sam. She didn't expect him to come looking for her yesterday.

She glanced at the door. "Has Brendan left yet?"

"Yes, he has