Chapter 1100 Counter Every Move

At present, she couldn't lose anyone anymore. Hearing this, Sam was stunned for a moment. "Are you talking about Mr. Brighthall? No, he was not in the meditation room, so why would he trouble me? Or did something happen yesterday?" Deirdre breathed a sigh of relief. "Brendan found out that I called you yesterday, so I was afraid that he would blame you again." Sam smiled. "He won't do that... Mr. Brighthall acts tough but is actually a softie at heart." Deirdre said in frustration, "You are still standing up for him. How did you get injured? If he is really a softie at heart, he shouldn't have hurt you." "No, it's my fault for being too reckless," Sam said with a crestfallen tone. Then, he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Ms. McKinnon, has Emily made any moves recently?" Deirdre told him everything about the ophthalmologist. Sam frowned. "She has already gone to such lengths to plot against you, so she will never contact an ophthalmologist for you with good intentions