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.

had heard the child crying despite knowing that he had already turned into mush. He had died in prison,

shamelessly boasting about

‘What a… joke!

her eyes teared up. Brendan furrowed his eyebrows tightly and pinched her chin. “Why are you laughing? Is

as she

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

a moment upon hearing Deirdre’s

his heart skip a beat. He said through clenched

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

someone had thrown a wet blanket on him. He now understood the situation but he forced himself to sneer. “Dead? Deirdre, do you really think that I’ll fall for your lowly lies? How can he possibly be dead! I

door on her, Brendan left faster than someone running for his

was none. The child had not shown up since Deirdre and Sterling had opened up