Semua Bab Resent, Reject, Regret: Bab 201 - Bab 210

She finally got to let out the chest-wringing breath she had been holding in since Bliss’ death. She had felt it—the puppy pushing its face close to hers, whimpering with her as she sobbed. It was consoling her. She imagined that was what Bliss would have done too.Deirdre cast her eyes to the ground. The storm clouds that had seemed to be permanent on her mien faded, and Brendan was the sole witness of her subtle transformation. While he managed to observe Deirdre’s change, he was blind to his own. The trademark severity in his visage had softened into meek, wistful joy. They walked for a while until, suddenly, Deirdre stopped. Brendan almost lost her, but he paused and turned around. “What’s wrong?”She scanned her surroundings with a frown. “A child’s crying.”“A child?” Brendan was a little surprised. They were at the fork of a busy street flooded with couples and office workers going about their day. There was not a single child in sight. “Could it be some kind of hallu

It was obvious that the man had been trying hard to be compensated because he could tell that Brendan was a rich guy.“40,000 dollars is indeed not a big deal,” Brendan said indifferently.The couple appeared to be excited while Brendan fixed his frigid eyes on them. He added in a condescending manner, “But I wouldn’t give it to people like you. Just report this to the police, or I’ll do it myself!”“On what grounds could you do it?!”Brendan took a step forward and replied in an intimidating manner, “You two are abusing your own daughter. This fact alone is more than enough to lock you up!”The man retreated upon seeing Brendan’s imposing manner. Only when the woman pushed him did he pluck up the courage to yell, “We are abusing our own daughter?”Deirdre had a sharp headache, which was only stimulated by the desperate cries of the child. When she heard the irresponsible remark of the man, she was so furious that her lips began trembling. She then reprimanded them. “Is it not ab

How could she leave just like that?Brendan was so allergic that it had been difficult for him to breathe, a rash had appeared on his face, and he was still in excruciating pain. Yet, she hadn’t even stayed behind to see him?“Bren… are you alright? Just let Miss McKinnon go.” Charlene was excited that the two of them finally had time alone. She sat down beside Brendan. “It’s good that I can stay here with you.”Before Charlene could sit still, Brendan abruptly rose to his feet and pulled out the blood tube.“Bren! What are you doing?” Charlene panicked, but Brendan ignored her. His eyes were red as he desperately rushed out of the ward.He hurriedly stopped a taxi, wanting to go back to the mansion. Because he still felt the allergy symptoms, including an aching arm and breathing difficulty, he was even more furious.‘Deirdre, are you that cold-hearted? I have done so much for you, yet you weren’t touched at all?’…On the second floor of the mansion, Deirdre was in a daze whi

“No, of course not.” Brendan did his best to deny it. ‘Hate Charlene? That would be impossible, of course. Charlene is my savior, so I would never feel that way for her just because of that particular reason.’Charlene’s expression relaxed slightly when she noticed how determined Brendan was about denying it. She sat closer to him and said, “Why did you leave so suddenly then? Even if there is something important to do at the company, you still need to prioritize your health over anything else, okay?”“Hmm,” Brendan replied nonchalantly, yet his gaze was constantly sweeping over the shut door. Charlene took a glance at the door as well. She felt her heart racing but forced a chuckle. “What are you looking at… Brendan? Do you need something?”Brendan got straight to the point. “Where’s Deidre? Why hasn’t she returned after such a long time? Wasn’t she supposed to fetch me water?”Charlene’s smile froze on her face. “Ms. McKinnon… passed me the glass when she saw me. I suppose she

On the other hand, he had compelled her to become so non-confrontational and submissive. Deirdre was about to say something when Dr. Ginger returned from outside. He was stunned for a moment when he found Brendan sitting on the sofa with the transfusion fluid in his hand. “Mr. Brighthall, weren’t you undergoing transfusion on the second floor? Why did you get downstairs so suddenly?”Then, he noticed the blood backflow in Brendan’s transfusion line and felt his heart racing. He ran over and said, “Why is there so much blood backflow in the transfusion line? You shouldn’t be tormenting yourself no matter how strong your body is. The back of your hand is really swollen, and the transfusion site is blocked. Don’t you want to get better?”Dr. Ginger was furious yet speechless, as he had never encountered a trouble-making patient like Brendan. In comparison, Deirdre was a much more obedient patient. “We’re going to set up the transfusion line on your other hand this time. However, don