"Brendan!" Deirdre felt a chill run down her spine, but the car door on his side was deformed and couldn't be opened. She had no choice but to go to the passenger seat, squeeze in, and unfasten his seat belt.

"Are you crazy? Why didn't you say that your leg was stuck!?" Deirdre panicked.

Why did the collision happen to impact the driver's side? It seemed too coincidental. Or did he... do it on purpose?

Deirdre was confused. If it were the old Brendan, he would have sacrificed himself, but she didn't think the hypnotized Brendan would be so selfless. Moreover, the dent in the car would likely only cause minor injuries to her, but it could significantly impact Brendan.

"I'm fine." Brendan's voice remained unchanged. "Just my leg is stuck. I tried to pull it out, but it's a bit difficult."

It was definitely more than just "a bit difficult".

Deirdre was furious. "Is it really just your leg? Are you bleeding? Does it hurt? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Brendan stared at her intensely