Deirdre waved her hand in reply to Brendan’s question. However, she still felt weak all over her body. A second earlier, she felt cold, and one more second later, she felt hot. Her head was swimming as well, and she felt like she was walking on a cloud.

Brendan placed his hand on her forehead and a hint of surprise crossed his eyes. “You’re sick?”

“Maybe.” She had not been feeling well from the moment she had confronted Mr. King Sr. She had just been enduring it. After all, she could not be a drag to Brendan in a situation like that.

She mustered all her strength and stood up. Then, she asked, “What are you going to do about the Kings? Are you really going to fight them?”

“It isn’t something you should be worried about. Let’s get in the car. We need to take you to the hospital right away,” Brendan said as he ordered Fionn to take them to the hospital.

She did not say anything. She just went along with Brendan. As soon as she entered the car, she fell unconscious.

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