Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 155 Price of Forgiveness

At that moment, Brendan felt his heart wrench in pain violently for no apparent reason.

He felt an ineffable anger surge into his head and could not help holding Deirdre’s wrist. “Deirdre? Why are you here?” he asked in rage.

Deirdre opened her eyelids ever so slightly and jerked back from unconsciousness to reality by the pain in her wrist. She listened to Brendan’s query and found his remark taunting. Her lips moved when she said, Where else can I be if not here? Didn’t you make me come here?”

The woman’s wrist felt ice cold, and the coldness seeped into Brendan’s palm like an invisible hand. His face turned green with anger.

“Yes, it was me who made Deirdre come here. Yet, I assumed that Charlene would not make things difficult for Deirdre because she is such a kind woman, Still, she actually punished Deirdre to stand in the cold yard when the temperature is dropping from the impending winter?”

Brendan felt his chest hurting and darted a look at the bloody, mushy laceration wounds on Deirdre’s palms. His breathing pattern changed, and he suppressed his brutality when he inquired, “What’s going on. with your hands then?”

hand. She did not wish to pay attention to him because she

“Speak! Deirdre!”

he looked at her deathly state. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and felt boundless cold on

of panic. He remembered the doctor had told him not to let her catch

in the same spot. stubbornly. Her entire body was trembling from the cold, and her eyes were

to win

remained indifferent while he flew into a rage. “I’m only doing what you asked of me. I thought you wanted me to seek Charlene’s forgiveness?

she uttered. In the end, she had to inhale a deep breath just so

and recklessness in not caring about. her survival. However, he still removed his

a moment. She felt a pain

Brendan doing? Is he feeling sorry for me? Or is he afraid he can’t continue torturing me after

her with a tinge of warmth, but his act was actually