Sam witnessed the scene when he came in after Brendan. He saw the woman standing coldly and Brendan kneeling on the ground, his lips ghastly, his hand covering his abdomen, which was bleeding profusely.

“Mr. Brighthall!” He ran over to Brendan in a haste.

Deirdre held the knife and went running toward Brendan once again. “Brendan, you will atone for your crime in hell!”

“Ms. McKinnon!”

Sam roared and stepped forward swiftly to stop Deirdre, striking the knife out of Deirdre’s hand. It landed on the floor, and Sam was incredulous. “Ms. McKinnon! What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” Deirdre raised her head to reveal her face, which was filled with hatred and tears. “I’m avenging my mother!”

“Please calm down…” Sam did not care about anything but Brendan’s wound. It was a very deep wound, and the blood had drenched half of Brendan’s shirt. His expression was extremely unpleasant, and he hastily called 911.

Brendan’s breathing sounded weak, and he leaned against the end of the