“I’m sorry.” Brendan propped his forehead and said, “I was only trying to find out how Deirdre is currently. After all, it was my fault her mother died.”

“How was it your fault?” Charleen bit her lower lip tightly. “She was the one who committed suicide. Were you going to assign someone to watch over her all day long? On the other hand, Ms. McKinnon is too insensible. You treated her mother so well and you even made an exception to bury her…”

“That was nothing.” Brendan interrupted her, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter. “Had I not made her your scapegoat, Ophelia wouldn’t have died.”

“So do you regret what you did?” Deirdre was incredulous, and her lips were trembling.

Brendan was so agitated in his heart that he could not be bothered to explain himself. Meanwhile, Sam suddenly entered the room in a rush, and his dejected eyes lit up abruptly when he saw Brendan. “You’re finally awake, Mr. Brighthall!”

“What happened?” Brendan felt uneasy.

“The police came and took Ms. McKinn