Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 103 Clean Up Your Mess

Deirdre had been stupid. All Brendan cared about was whether Charlene lived. Why would he give a damn about Deirdre’s innocence?

Three days passed. She never saw Brendan in her room. He even replaced Sam with a newly-hired nurse, who quickly took advantage of Deirdre’s blindness and how little anyone cared about her. She abused Deirdre-she would finish about half of the meal Deirdre was supposed to have before passing it back to the woman she was supposed to care for.

Deirdre hated it. She was not going to eat a stranger’s leftovers, so she pushed the bowl away.

“Whoa! Are you actually being picky about your food? Or do you just have a bone to pick with me, huh? You act like me eating your food is disgusting while looking like a disgusting freak yourself! God, can you get over yourself for a hot second? You’re a nobody without family or friends, b*tch. You should be grateful to even have a nurse helping you out!”

The nurse was enraged. Deirdre, unfortunately, became an easy target to let out all of her steam. “No, you’re not making things hard for me. You are gonna eat this right now! If Mr. Brighthall sees this, he will think I’ve been maltreating you!”

She shoved the bowl close to Deirdre’s lips, who struggled against her until she managed to swat the bowl away from her, sending it hurtling to the floor before cracking into a few pieces.

“F*ck! You temper-throwing Karen!” the nurse shrieked. She grabbed a handful of porridge from the floor and began to shove it into Deirdre’s mouth.

saw Brendan in his suit

saw exactly how distressed Deirdre was. Cold, dirty porridge was dripping from her

she not be terrified? Brendan was the boss who appointed

an apathetic glance at Deirdre before turning back to

reddened. He might as well have stabbed her in the chest with that nonchalance question. He knew what had

So

of the

sanctioning her attitude, the nurse would not have dared to treat Deirdre like this. God, the

just difficult! I made this porridge the best I could, but she was so upset about it being bland and not seasoned with expensive food that she wouldn’t eat it. I tried to persuade her, but it made her

the porridge back from

Brendan intoned, scanning Deirdre with a twinkle of danger in his narrowing black eyes. “If Miss McKinnon made this mess, then it’s only fair for Miss McKinnon to clean it up herself, right? How fair is it if you made a mess and then demanded

in the