Chapter 1027 Brendan Brighthall Is Missing?

"Isn't Mr. Brighthall there at the mansion?" "No, he's not here, and I can't reach his phone either. I don't know what happened!" Sam leaped up from bed and put his coat over himself. "Alright, Miss McKinnon, calm down, okay? The last time he called me, he told me he was going to eat with Miss Collins. It's late now, but they could still be eating together somewhere. I'll look for him immediately and tell you the moment I find him." "Okay. Thanks, Sam." Deirdre ended the call, her heart on a grill. She did not mind Brendan not coming home, but to do that without any news or even answering her call? That was just fuel for her worries, especially since she had no idea what had happened on his end! What if those people had laid their hands on him!? Deirdre sank into the couch, determined to wait for his return. Consternation shadowed Mrs. Engel as she watched until finally, she suggested softly, "Mrs. Brighthall, I really think you should go back to your room and sleep. You're pregnant, dear. You shouldn't be up all night with the baby. Let me wait by the phone instead. I'll tell you any news as soon as I get them." Deirdre shook her head. "It's okay, Mrs. Engel. I'll just wait over here. I won't be able to sleep even if I return to my room." Any sleep she had had been exhausted by her anxiety. Clenching her hands, she murmured, "God, Brendan…" 'Where are you?' Time crept to about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, but there was still no news of Sam. Deirdre mulishly remained on the couch, waiting, so Mrs. Engel tried to call Brendan again. Her phone screen lit, and a window popped up into her sight. The older woman glanced at it. Shock instantly befell her face. Her hand slipped, and the phone fell to the floor. Deirdre caught the commotion and turned in her direction. "What's the matter, Mrs. Engel?" "N-Nothing!" Mrs. Engel answered immediately as she fought to keep her panic from showing. She picked the phone up. "Buttery hand, I'm afraid! Accidentally dropped the phone." Deirdre could hear from her voice that something was amiss, so she frowned a little. "Really? Or did something happen, and you're trying to hide it from me?" "Mrs. Brighthall, c'mon now! What could have possibly happened?" Mrs. Engel tried valiantly to put off Deirdre's skepticism. "I've simply gotten a little tired, you know? It's almost 5:00 in the morning! You should get to bed too, Mrs. Brighthall." The young woman shook her head. "No, I'll wait a little longer. You should get to rest first, Mrs. Engel. We'll need you to make breakfast later in the day, so you should get some rest." Mrs. Engel was stuck. She would not be able to sleep if Deirdre was not going to sleep! Her mind drifted to the pop-up's content, prompting her to say, "Mrs. Brighthall, I know you're waiting for him to come home, but you shouldn't do that at the expense of your health, right? Mr. Brighthall is a grown-up. He's fully capable of taking care of himself, so… I'm sure he's fine! In fact, maybe he's on his way back already." "But this is the first time he missed so many of our calls! In the past, he would at least text us or leave a message even if he wasn't coming back." Deirdre's face turned grim. She could not help but be worried that maybe… those people in the shadows had done something to him. Brendan had not fully recovered yet, after all. If those people managed to seize on even a single window of opening, things could get really dangerous very quickly. "Maybe he got so drunk he couldn't leave a message? Or maybe his phone ran out of battery, and he's really spending a night at a hotel or something?" "Mrs. Engel?" Deirdre turned to her and asked, sensing something fishy, "You sound like you know a little bit about what happened." Mrs. Engel hesitated. At that moment, the door on the first floor swung open. Ophelia rushed out and, finding Deirdre downstairs, became even more shocked. "Did you stay up all night, Dee!?" "M-Mom!" Deirdre panicked. "I… Uh, I just woke up!" "Miss me with that lie, will you? One look at you is all I need to know you haven't slept at all! Have you lost your marbles, Dee? If you think you can afford not to sleep, fine. But at least think of the baby!"