Cillian fell silent. Given his current circumstances, he did not have any better options.

It would only take two days to get everything done. Since Deirdre was here with him right now, he was confident that she would not be able to run away from him.

In the end, he untied Deirdre’s hands and led her into his car.

He took her to the room on the second floor of the private property he owned. Before he left, he warned her. "Deirdre, you'd better not be lying to me. Otherwise, I hope you'll enjoy your last two days. Then, I'll show you what it feels like to live in hell.”

He smirked coldly and left. Deirdre rubbed the red welt on her wrist as the indescribable pain spread from her skin to her chest.

Brendan did not show up anymore. He had gone off the grid completely. Perhaps he was on his way back to Neve, so she could only depend on herself right now.

However, this was something impossible for an ordinary person to handle, let alone a blind woman like her.

After she calmed hersel