Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 80 A Curse That Keeps on Haunting

Brendan’s other two bodyguards stood behind Sam. They clearly had their own opinions about the entire incident, but even they knew better than to speak loudly

between themselves.

“What the hell has been up with Mr. Brighthall lately, man? He’s been acting like he lost his soul and his will to live just because a blind *ss woman went missing,” one of them whispered. He was wearing a look that was not subtle by any means. “Your don’t think… he’s fallen in love with that freak, do you?”

“Bro, you’re really acting like this couldn’t just be the concern and worry of a decent human being,” the other man replied “Come on, man Mr. Brighthall and that freak? It’d be like an elf prince marrying an ogress, bro! Hell, I bet there are ogresses who are even more pleasing to the eye. She looks like a pile of shi-”

“Shut uuuuuuup!” Sam suddenly snapped, shattering his self-imposed silence.

His eyes were wild with fury. It was genuinely unsettling to see someone famous for being approachable and cordial in such a state, so the two bodyguards immediately

shut their mouths.

Sam crouched. He could not get the mental image of a weeping Deirdre out of his mind. His fingers ran through his hair brutishly in frustration. At first, his only feelings. for Deirdre a sad, blind woman who had gone through terrible trauma that had ended with her face ruined-had been sympathy. But so many ordeals had kept happening to her, so even his first impression had become obsolete. She was turning into the bedeviled main character of a classic tragedy.

He was all insults and put-downs. Then again, there was the way Mr. Brighthall, a self- proclaimed rationalist, had

Sam sighed.

ER room flashed green. As Deirdre was wheeled to a ward, Brendan

one of the nurses who answered him, “How is she? Maybe I should be asking you! You’re her family,

water in that state? Her body could not withstand the torment and she almost died!” She frowned, looking irate. “I have never seen

the nurse from walking away. “Wait! What do you mean she consumed ‘a very

very powerful aphrodisiac, sir. The sort that could cause real damage to the body. She wouldn’t even have

why? Was that why she had thrown herself at any man who had come her

God. Oh, God.

clenched his fists. His

What had he done?!

a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them, his black pupils reflected the intention of a man braying for blood.

“Understood.”

Although it was already in the wee hours of the morning, he