The news dropped on Deirdre like a bombshell. She couldn’t stop shaking until a calm voice appeared in her head.

‘Calm down, Deirdre.’

Declan had told her before that Brendan was seriously ill. He couldn’t get out of bed, so there was a chance that it was not him.

She covered her face with her hand, and only then did she realize she had been crying.

“Miss McKinnon?” The attendant called out to her, her voice shaking. “The receptionist is here.”

Deirdre took a deep breath and asked, “Do you still remember the man who asked about my room number?”

The receptionist nodded, and then she realized that Deirdre was blind, so she opened her mouth and replied, “Yeah.”

Deirdre forced down her fear and asked again, “What does he look like?”

“Well… He’s tall and slim. When he came, he was wearing a hoodie and a hat, so I couldn't see his face clearly. But I think he’s quite a handsome guy,” said the receptionist, trying her best to recall the situation and describe the looks of the man.

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