Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 709 You Should Have Let Me Die With My Child!

Deirdre was hysterical. She lunged and pounded her fists on him in a post- traumatic fit. "Are you happy now? Huh? Are you finally satisfied now!?

Nothing pleases you more than seeing me humiliated and dehumanized and suffering from a nervous breakdown, doesn't it, you demon!? If you hate me so much-if you hate me this much-then why didn't you let me die and rot in prison!? Let me die with my child, and I wouldn't have to suffer all of your torment for no f*cking reason!” 1

Brendan froze. It felt like a million thorns were stabbing his chest simultaneously, stinging him so much that his teeth chattered. It hurt, yet he could not even garner the strength to voice it.

It took him a while to reel out of that pain. He threw his arms around her and squeezed her as tightly as he could, as though he was worried that she might vanish if he did not.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I should have protected you."

He was muttering to himself as pain ravaged him.

"You're sorry?" It was a scoff. What an absurd sentence! And the sheer cruelty of its worthlessness—it was as cheap as any sound a man could make, worthless precisely because it conferred no punishment and yet demanded unreserved forgiveness.

but her gaze was even colder. "You disgust me! Everything about you

had no retort. “This place isn't safe. Just

Deirdre laughed scornfully. "I'm the least safe when I'm with

h*ll away from me, Brendan. I hate you enough as

words hit him like a sledgehammer, and the world suddenly seemed dark. He now knew how much he had lost.

the right, following the weak

of his

the mostly empty streets at high speed. He called out to Deirdre

as the young man made a near-brush crash

glare at him.

cowered. He nodded apologetically and ran

know you hate me and would very much rather not see me, but you can't see at all, remember? It's hard to hail a cab, so I can't possibly let you walk on your own,” he muttered gently. "At least ask a friend

herself that there was no better way to solve her current predicament, so she decided not to be stubborn and pulled her phone

she sat on a stone bench by the