Brendan covered his abdomen weakly. He could not feel the pain in his injury anymore, perhaps due to the pain in his heart, which overpowered everything else. On the contrary, he cracked a smile and said, “Mother, bail her out…”

He said in a shaky voice, “I owe it to her because I was the cause of her mother’s death. Aside from the fact that she didn’t manage to stab me to death, I’d deserve it even if I were to die for real.”

“You…” Madam Brighthall was rendered speechless. She staggered, taking a few steps due to her intense headache. “What on earth has happened between you two?”

Brendan felt the warm, moist sensation in his hands. Before he could speak, a doctor came rushing into the room.

The sutures of his wound were ripped. The wound would need to be closed up again, and he would need another surgery to stop the bleeding. When he came out of the operating theater, Brendan was still trying to force himself to stay conscious.

“Sam, go to the police station to check on Deirdr