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.

face turned

she clenched her fists. tightly. She loathed Deirdre even

red with tears, and she was about to cry. “Your mother is unwell, and I didn’t have the courage to oppose her strongly, so I could only watch helplessly as Ms. McKinnon left.

spine. So it turned out that the

as if his head was a mess.

abruptly and said, “I’m going to look

Sam

door by herself, her eyes filled with

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

This is retribution for

Brighthall’s position, and why did I insist on keeping Brendan’s child by

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

found the pain in her chest unbearable. Her little face turned ghastly

was

so badly, but her mother stopped her. Would her mother suffer more if she were to

agony and

mother’s wrinkly face, Deirdre felt very unwilling to give

shook her head