Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 17 He’s Dead, Just as You Wished

“Don’t move! Do you want the entire back of your hand to swell up?” Brendan furrowed his eyebrows, took a step forward, and clutched her wrist.

Deirdre wanted to struggle free, but Brendan immediately said, “Don’t blame me for doing something to you if you insist on moving!”

She was confused, as she had already lost everything she had.

‘What else does he want from me when I already lost my face, the one that looked similar to Charlene’s?’

Brendan clenched his fists tightly and said in a cold, mocking tone, “Deirdre, you should check your reflection in the mirror. Did you really think that I’d still want to bother you? I’m only doing this to find my child. I would like to meet him and introduce him to my family. I promise that I won’t lay eyes on you even once from now on if you hand him over to me!”

“Find your child?” Deirdre felt her entire body shivering.

nights that she had heard the child crying despite knowing that he had already turned

is shamelessly boasting

‘What a… joke!

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows tightly and pinched her chin. “Why are you laughing? Is it funny to you that I want to take back

felt grateful that her eyes were blind, as she would have been deeply disgusted had she been

if you want to torment me. There’s no need to play tricks on

was stunned for a moment upon hearing Deirdre’s question. He

beat. He said through

wished! I didn’t even manage to see what he looked like before he was gone! Are you pleased to know that,

as if someone had thrown a wet blanket on him. He now understood the situation but he forced himself to sneer. “Dead? Deirdre, do you

the door on her, Brendan left faster than someone running for his life. He breathed heavily while he looked

to trace back any information related to his child, yet there was none. The child had not shown up