Before the doctor could finish his sentence, he realized who he was speaking to and immediately shut his mouth. However, he had not thought that Brendan didn’t even frown. He merely locked his gaze on the woman lying on the bed.

The doctor was stunned. When Brendan recollected himself, he asked, “When will she wake up?”

“I’m not sure, probably the latest on the second night.”

“Okay.”

After seeing the doctor off, Brendan returned to the room. While looking at the pale face of Deirdre and the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, he sat at the edge of the bed, feeling complicated.

After a day, Brendan had remained like this.

Deirdre finally woke up from the nightmare. She opened her eyes, short of breath. The moment she sat up, she laughed at herself.

Was ‘luck’ the only advantage she had now? She actually survived under that condition…

She touched her cold face, just to realize through her sixth sense that someone else was in the room.

“Sam, is that you?” Deirdre asked in