“Really?”

Brendan’s eyes lit up.

Deirdre had never once smiled ever since she stepped foot into this mansion, and this was the first time she said she wanted to go out to get some fresh air.

“I’ll come with you,” he said, his voice thick with exhilaration.

Deirdre frowned. “Why do you want to come with us?”

“I can help you to carry stuff. I can be the driver too.”

Even Mrs. Engel could sense the submissiveness in Brendan's voice. He used to be a very powerful person in Neve. There was no way he would willingly become other people’s driver.

Deirdre turned her head sideways and said, “That’s not necessary. Look at the wound on your shoulder. I doubt you’ll be able to hold anything right now, let alone carry some heavy stuff. We can walk there ourselves. We don’t need you to drive us there.”

Brendan’s face sank. “I just don’t want you to leave my side, Deirdre.”

Deirdre remained silent. She opened the door and bumped into Sam.

Sam greeted her, and when he saw Brendan, he said