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.

trampled by the b*stard yelling into the phone behind the

and felt along the wall. Then,

as a sheet. It was the cop

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 even bring into this world?!” Brendan shut his eyes.

care so much about that b*tch one day that he would willingly

this whole incident go away, that vixen insists on destroying you and Lena! That’s it! I forbid you to get involved in this entire ordeal! We have lawyers for this sort of drama, and Lord knows she’s definitely getting incarcerated

more than a shout, but

“You idiot! You’re still trying

issue right now-it’s Miss McKinnon! She’s the one who’s spitting on our goodwill to settle things outside of court! She’s the one who insists on dragging us through hell with her! Why is it such a bad idea to send her to prison for a few

in his throat, but he suppressed it. His eyes zeroed in on Charlene’s face, but there was nothing on his pale face but indifference. “I don’t blame Mom for not understanding, but you too, Charlene? What’s your excuse? She went to jail back then because of you!