"When the news of your death is about to spread, Brendan will still be far away on the island. I chose that island specially as there is no signal there. That is to say, even if you were buried, Brendan would not know about it, nor would he come over, let alone come and see you."

Deirdre's eyes widened, and her already pale face instantly turned ashen. Shock, disbelief, anger, and all kinds of emotions overwhelmed her heart.

"Yes." Emily only felt ecstatic. "Deirdre, I love your expression. I really like this expression. I didn't expect that I could see it once before you die."

Deirdre tightly grasped the quilt with her fingers. Her body was already trembling, but she pretended to be calm. "Why should I believe you? You won't kill me. Ryker won't agree to you killing me. Brendan will never let you go!"

Emily giggled. "Ryker? You actually think he's really saving you? He just wants to open the door on the second floor. Your fingerprint can unlock it, so why does he need you to live?