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.

and saw Brendan in his suit and his most dominating aura. Alarmed, she backed

how distressed Deirdre was. Cold, dirty porridge was dripping

the nurse stammered. How could she not be terrified? Brendan was the boss

all Brendan did was cast an apathetic glance at Deirdre before turning back to the

with that nonchalance question. He knew what

So

of the

dared to treat Deirdre like this. God, the lengths he would

have to excuse me, Mr. Brighthall. Miss McKinnon is 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

she scooped the porridge back from the

of danger in his narrowing black eyes. “If Miss McKinnon made this mess, then it’s only fair

glee in the