She was under the assumption that her well-coordinated lie would be flawless. Brendan’s expression turned cold, and his dark eyes were rippling with evilness as he stared closely at the speaking servant.

“So, you let her punish herself by standing outside just because she said so? You feel no sympathy at all. If she were to tell you that she wanted to commit suicide, would you give her a knife too?”

The servant’s face turned ghastly pale in an instant. She hastily defended herself by saying, “No… I wouldn’t… Mr. Brighthall, we’ve already advised Miss McKinnon against doing it, but Miss McKinnon insisted on…”

Blood drained from Charlene’s face similarly. She did not expect that Brendan would be so concerned about Deirdre that he would lecture her servants.

“Brendan, it’s my fault. I was too tired, so I went upstairs to rest after chatting with Miss McKinnon for a while, and that is why I didn’t notice that she punished herself by standing outside at once.” Charlene expressed her g