He had not been counting on Deirdre to cry in sympathy or have a sleepless night when he was sick, yet she had not even bothered to show any concern for him!

He wondered if she wanted him to die from the illness so that she could be with Sterling without no scruples.

‘How can this woman be so cruel!’ he sighed inwardly.

Charlene brushed back the long hair covering her neck at this time. She pretentiously attempted to comfort him by saying, “Don’t blame Ms. McKinnon, Bren. Her body has always been weak, so I suppose she didn’t want to be infected. Besides, she wasn’t in a good mood yesterday…”

Brendan narrowed his eyes at the sight of the marks on Charlene’s neck. “What happened to your neck?”

Charlene’s face turned pale abruptly, and she covered her neck with her long hair once again. “It’s… It’s nothing…”

“Do you really want me to look into this?”

Charlene bit her lower lip. “It’s really nothing. Ms. McKinnon was in a bad mood, so it was only normal that she took it out on me.