Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 28 He’s All She Could Rely on

The room seemed suspended in shock. No one would even remotely react in any way, and Deirdre looked like a forest nymph who had jumped out of a masterfully crafted painting, but she… Well…

Richard was the first to compare Deirdre’s height and figure to the unknown individual Sterling had shielded in the infamous video. He then reeled in realization.

No wonder that moron had attracted so much of Mr. Brighthall’s ire. Richard had been mystified to see Sterling’s name gone viral, but now he knew why. That idiot had stolen Mr. Brighthall’s girl!

What really made Richard furious was not just the stupidity of it all. It was the girl this whole fight had been about! F*ck, of all the girls his bastard son could have gotten into a fight for, he had to pick this freakshow and drag the entire family through the mud over… her!

He whispered something to his maid before facing Brendan with a smile. “I see. I’ll have him over right this

instant. It won’t take long, so help yourself to some tea while we wait.”

Brendan made himself comfortable on the couch and forced Deirdre to sit as well. She clenched her fists, anxiety making her nauseous. She could not even bring herself to drink anything.

A while later, she heard footsteps and rose instantly.

thing that caught his attention. His footsteps were stifled, but a moment later, he noticed Brendan looming by

did you threaten Deirdre with this time, you rabid

Richard had jumped into the fray. “You ignorant *ss!” he cried,

swear, this idiot has gotten so used to doing whatever the hell he

a rebel hotshot. It’s my fault for not teaching him manners,

ticked by, but she understood how little Sterling’s family saw in him. If

hands were cold, and her fingers felt as numb as if

to her seat. He was gratified by everything that had happened so far. In fact, he was so pleased that he whispered in Deirdre’s ear like a demon toying with his prey, “You can’t see, dear Deirdre, so I’ll be nice this

Sterling was hurt! She really was a curse! Af*cking curse who would doom anyone stupid enough to

was stuck in her throat-was it

prevent herself from fainting. Her voice was thick with tears when she breathed out and said, “I don’t… I don’t want to see this… or hear about this… Please tell them to get him to the . hospital!

narrowed his eyes. The agony in Deirdre’s features was like rain on his parade. He cupped her chin and lifted her up

remember that the only one she

young woman’s breath was shaking,