Brendan calmed down a little and took the phone. “I’ll get it fixed.”

A change finally shadowed Deirdre’s frozen, mortified face. A flash of surprise briefly lit up in her glassy, unseeing eyes before she hung her head and whispered, “Thank you.”

It came from the bottom of her heart. The phone meant way too much to her.

Brendan could only laugh at himself. He was pushing her to be closer to his own alter ego! Even if… he had always been like this.

The waiter quickly brought a dry towel and coat. Brendan took them and wrapped the coat around Deirdre’s head, making sure that the bitter cold would not get to her.

And that was the last of any softness in his expression. Almost immediately, he scanned the surroundings with a piercing, vindictive glare. “Who was it? Who did it?”

Someone among the crowd said, “She probably fell inside the pool by herself, right? I mean, she can’t see. I wouldn’t think it’s that surprising.”

“Yea. It’s a given for someone like her, right?”

Brendan kne