“What do you mean by impossible?” Brendan’s handsome face was indifferent. The corners of his lips curled up into a mocking smile when he said, “You’ve underestimated her too much. What can't she do to stay away from me? Let alone to board a cargo ship, even if she was asked to dive into the water, she would never hesitate…”

His eyelids were so heavy again that he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Following that, he asked soberly, "Where are those ships going?"

Sam belatedly realized that Brendan was asking him a question and replied, “It’s not clear because those ships can go anywhere with the waterway extended toward all directions. Special cargo ships are heading for almost all reachable cities.”

Brendan didn’t say anything else. He merely bent to pour himself a glass of wine and continued pouring it down his throat.

Sam felt heartache and advised, “Mr. Brighthall, stop drinking. You got well not long ago. What if your health relapses?”

With a sardonic smile, Brendan pour