Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 816

Chapter 816 Can You Let Me Go?

The fact that Brendan had been ambushed and Deirdre’s past had been exposed on the Internet meant she was not their primary target.

Brendan knew it very well. It was just that he felt sorry for bringing Deirdre into this.

The derision in the woman’s eyes was still vividly clear in his mind. Deirdre would not have suffered such humiliation if it were not for him.

“I want the photo off the Internet. Don’t forget to delete all the posts and news about her as well.” ‘Then what about the person who uploaded the photo?”

Deirdre narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, ‘Tm sure they are with the group of people who ambushed me. Just speed up your action.” i ‘Yes, sir.”

After Sam left, Brendan stitched his wound and reapplied the bandage. He went to Deirdre’s ward, and Mrs. Engel was waiting outside.

“How is she?” asked Brendan.

‘There are scratches here and there on Mrs. Brighthall’s body, but they aren’t serious,” Mrs. said Engel, her eyes red around the rims. “However, she seems under the weather and doesn’t allow me to go in. Mr. Brighthall, will she be alright?”

Brendan did not know how to answer Mrs. Engel’s question either. He wanted to tell her that Deirdre would be alright, but he suddenly found he was in no position to say that.

He lowered his head. The chicken and the vegetables in the basket caught his attention. “What are these?” “Mrs. Brighthall bought these. Haven’t you had little appetite for the past two days? She wanted

to cook some chicken soup for you. That’s why she followed me to the grocery store today. It’s just that none of us expected we would run into something like that…”

Mrs. Engel’s voice was getting smaller and smaller toward the end of her sentence.

Brendan suddenly had difficulty breathing, as if a heavy stone was on his chest. Even though Deirdre claimed she did not care about him, she still went to the grocery store to get some ingredients to make chicken soup for him. But what about him? Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Not only had he destroyed her life, but he was also going to take away her right to walk under the sun.

Brendan felt that the stabbing pain in his shoulder was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

He clenched his fists and willed himself to calm down.

“Mrs. Engel, you should go to a doctor and get your wound tended. Thank you for protecting Deirdre today. I’ll try to talk to her later.”

Mrs. Engel nodded, her eyes red.

Brendan took a deep breath and entered the ward.

To his surprise, Deirdre did not chase him out of the ward. She just stood blankly next to the window. The wind tousled her hair and petted her cheek. When the sun’s rays rained down in sparkling cascades of light, they created shadows underneath her eyelashes. Everything seemed so peaceful.

Brendan tightened his grip. He did not dare to take a step forward as he was worried the harmonious scene before his eyes would disappear.

Deirdre was not deaf. She opened her eyes as wide as possible and looked skyward, but everything seemed blurry in her vision.

‘You know what, Brendan? I hate this face of mine more than ever now,” said Deirdre.

“It’s because of my face that I married you and became your wife. It’s because of this face that I was subjected to two years of emotional abuse. It’s because of it that I became someone else’s scapegoat and got sent to prison. And now, it’s because of my face that I’ve become a criminal that everyone hates.”

Deirdre turned her head around, and there was a mocking smile playing on her lips.

At that moment, Brendan felt as if someone was stabbing his heart with a knife. He gave in to his desire and went forward to hug the woman tightly in his arms.

“I’m sorry…” He had never felt so regretful in his life before. He regretted his stupidity and his own actions.

“Deirdre… I’m sorry…”

Deirdre laughed. “Brendan, if I say sorry to you, will you let me go?”

Suddenly, Brendan’s face turned pale. That morning, Deirdre had been worried about his injuries and wanted to make soup for him, but everything was gone right now. There was nothing but coldness on her face.