Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 75 She Had Already Lost Everything She Had

Madam Brighthall was stunned for a moment before she said furiously, “Where is she? She’s gone, of course! This is the house you share with Charlene. Why would a nobody like her show up at the villa? She left a long time ago!”

“Left?” Brendan’s pupils constricted. “She can’t see! How could you just let her leave like that!”

Madam Brighthall had been blinded by rage at the time. Now that she realized what she had done, she felt guilty but she still said stubbornly, “So what if she can’t see? She’s not a fool. She’s a grown woman. Can’t she make a call herself or borrow a phone from someone else to call her family or friends after leaving this place?”

Brendan felt his head spinning and his heart racing.

Family or friends? How could Deirdre still have any family or friends?

Her mother was dead, and the only person she could depend on was Madam Brighhall, who had spoken to her harshly. As for Sterling, she had already been forced to break ties with him thanks to Brendan. She would rather be homeless and starve to death out there than reach out to Sterling given her unyielding character…

Hence, she had already lost everything she had. As a blind person, she had an even lower chance of survival than a dog.

“You should go home. I’m going to look for her! I’ll explain this to you later!”

Brendan suppressed the fear he felt in his chest and walked away in a rush.

turned pale.

chased after him, her fingernails digging into her palms as she clenched her fists. tightly. She loathed Deirdre even more after

eyes were red with tears, and she was about to cry. “Your mother is unwell, and I didn’t have the courage

spine. So it turned out

felt as if his head was

shoved away Charlene’s reaching arms abruptly and said, “I’m going to look for Deirdre now. We shall talk

ordered Sam to gain access to the

door by herself, her

following the wall. She could hear the sound of congested traffic and the

is retribution. This is retribution for my wishful

I’d be fit to take on Mrs. Brighthall’s position, and why did I insist on keeping Brendan’s

have has been taken away cruelly, and even Madam Brighthall, who used to care about me, hates me

the pain in her chest unbearable. Her little

was really

her mother stopped her. Would her mother

to endure all this agony and hardship, would she be able to shield

thought of her mother’s wrinkly face, Deirdre felt very unwilling to give up on life. She really missed

shook her