“Miss McKinnon…” He pressed down the bitterness in his heart and forced a smile on his face. “What brought you here today?”

“I’m here to thank you. When I was injured, if it hadn’t been for you riding your bike to the market every day and buying me medicine, my hands wouldn’t have recovered so soon.”

Deirdre looked at Kyran. After receiving her signal, Kyran went to the car and took some gifts from the trunk.

The village head took them over and said embarrassingly, “I… I didn’t do much. It’s a bit inappropriate for me to receive the gifts.”

“Well, although you didn’t do much, your son has provided us with a lot of help,” typed Kyran with a fake smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Even though he did not mention it explicitly, Hoyt knew what he was implying and lowered his head.

Deirdre sensed his hostility and cleared her throat. “Mr. Leigh, can I have a minute with you?”

Hoyt walked over to the side. Just when Deirdre followed after him, Kyran grabbed her hand.

“I’ll be