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.

heard the child crying despite knowing that

the other hand, the culprit, the cause of everything, is shamelessly boasting

‘What a… joke!

eyebrows tightly and pinched her chin. “Why are you

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

no need to play

for a moment upon hearing Deirdre’s question. He remembered

a beat. He said through clenched teeth, “What

the blanket and roared softly while she sobbed. “He’s dead! He’s dead, just as you wished!

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 will find him by

left faster than someone running for his life. He breathed heavily while he looked up Deirdre’s

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