Dr. Ginger ran over to Deirdre as well. He felt Deirdre’s forehead with his hand, his expression unpleasant as he said hastily, “Take her to the room! Ms. McKinnon’s body is too weak. She can’t stand the cold.”

Brendan carried Deirdre down to her room and wrapped her body tightly in a blanket. He turned on the heater as well. The knot in the pit of his stomach felt relieved ever so slightly when he felt the warmth returning to the woman’s body.

He left the rest to Dr. Ginger.

Brendan headed outside for a smoke while Sam guarded the door. He said with difficulty when he noticed Brendan, “Mr. Brighthall…”

He kept his head lowered, his expression overwhelmed with emotions. He hesitated for a long time before he finally said, “Is Ms. McKinnon’s mother… still alive?”

Brendan turned his head and took a cold glance at him. He had a cold, threatening look in his eyes. “What are you trying to tell me?”

Sam pursed his lips. “If Ms. McKinnon’s mother is not alive anymore, this lie won’t l