Sam replied, “I’m not very sure.”

He was unsure indeed because he had been guarding the door at the time without stepping into the room even for a moment.

“Mr. Brighthall talked to the attending physician for a while in the room and left afterward. Why?”

Deirdre said with a bitter smile, “It has been close to a week since he last came here.”

She had not felt much previously, but the situation was different now. The truth about Bliss’ death had already surfaced, and she wanted to hand the evidence to Brendan so eagerly that she could not wait a moment longer.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, unable to figure out the situation either. However, he tried to pacify her by saying, “Don’t worry, Ms. McKinnon. It’s possible that the company has been busy.”

Deirdre did not believe him because she knew that Brendan would still find time to visit the comatose Deirdre on the third floor daily even if he was so busy at work. Nothing could stop him from coming if he wanted to.

Besides, it had bee