Looking at Deirdre's calm demeanor, the police officer understood deeply that Emily's request was not just a choice but a form of torment. Seizing the opportunity of the sparse crowd, he discreetly handed a prepared sandwich to Deirdre.

"I may not have much power or influence, and I can't offer much help. This sandwich isn't nutritious, but it will at least fill your stomach for now," he said.

Deirdre was taken aback and lowered her gaze in gratitude. "Thank you."

The officer waved his hand, let out a sigh, and walked away.

Deirdre hastily opened the sandwich and began to eat. Her hunger was overwhelming, causing discomfort throughout her entire body. She almost choked and struggled to catch her breath.

The discomfort brought tears to her eyes first. After finishing her meal, she heard a commotion outside.

"Ms. McKinnon, someone wants to see you," a voice called out.

Deirdre looked up, unable to discern the figure, but she heard the police officer say, "You only have ten minutes