Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 284 You’re A Cutthroat

Deirdre was writhing despite their hold as she whimpered unintelligibly. Brendan realized what was going on with her and picked up the phone, his pain forgotten as he yelled, “Stop! You’re hurting her!”

The cops met his eyes and loosened their grip, causing Deirdre to fall forward on the floor. Her eyes were unfocused, as though the sheer magnitude of her sorrow had made it impossible to pay any attention.” You’re a cutthroat, Brendan. You’re so good at it, aren’t you?” she croaked tearfully.

He had treated her love for him as an invitation to use and abuse her. Then, even after all the sins he had committed, he had squawked about pretending none of this had happened. It was all… for nothing.

He had always been openly disdainful of her love back then. As it turned out, he was still spitting on it right now.

No one abused others quite like Brendan. No one.

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on the phone and felt along the wall. Then, trembling, she made her way out of the

face as white as a sheet. It was the cop beside him who noticed his

Brighthall heard the news, Brendan had just gotten a blood transfusion. She trained a shaking finger on the sickly man, bellowing, “Have you lost your mind?! That vixen plotted to imprison you-she wants you dead! But what did you do after you finally recovered from your injury slightly? You went to see her again! Do you have a death wish, huh? What kind of son did I

care so much about that b*tch one day that he would willingly endure agony or the possibility of

away, that vixen insists on destroying you and Lena! That’s it! I forbid you to get involved in this

voice came out as a whisper more than a shout, but

Brighthall was incredulous. “You idiot! You’re

one who insists on dragging us through hell with

your excuse? She went to jail back then because of you! She lost her eyes while she was in there! But you…. you never showed even a modicum of regret for