Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 274 Die, Brendan!

Deirdre did not answer but she continued talking about this topic. “You took away the house where my mother was staying and let her be taken by some unknown psychiatric facility to be punished. She was 40 years old but she was forced to eat. rotten food and get beaten up. I had no choice but to submit myself after seeing how cruel you were…”

Brendan’s pupils constricted abruptly and he felt incredulous.

“Hold on! What are you talking about? I did take back the house where your mother was residing but I never let her be taken by that psychiatric facility. Do you remember it wrong?”

“Remember it wrong?” Tears streamed down Deirdre’s face continuously.

The scene that had taken place a year ago had haunted her nightmares for countless nights. Her mother used to be a proud woman when she was young, yet she had been treated like an animal when she was sick because of Deirdre.

‘Brendan made such a casual remark about me remembering it wrong… Would that turn back time and return everything to its previous state?’

Deirdre sobbed shakily, her eyes bloodshot. “That’s right, I might be remembering wrong, but how is this related to whether I remember it correctly? You’re so aloof and you have no regard for other people anyhow, so I’m sure that you wouldn’t have paid attention to a small trick you played in the past!”

nonsense are you talking about? I said I didn’t do that, and that means I didn’t do it. Do I still need to defend myself? I

you’d take good care of my mother?” Deirdre was hysterical. She turned around, her expression distorted from agony while tears kept streaming down her face frantically. “How about when you told

Brendan was stunned. “What?”

his abdomen the next moment. Brendan lowered his head, only to discover that the knife in the

down, and his

bloodshot eyes and watched every action of hers as if in slow motion until she stabbed half of the knife further into

“Die, Brendan!”

piercing pain spreading in his abdomen and stripping him of his strength. He leaned against the window and looked at Deirdre

“Deirdre… You…”

woman with bloodshot eyes as she held the knife, feeling as if she had turned into

been cuddling so intimately yesterday night, lying on

completely at