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.

her tremble a little, but her gaze was even colder. "You disgust

retort. “This place isn't safe.

safe?” Deirdre laughed scornfully. "I'm the least

h*ll away from me, Brendan. I hate you enough as it is. Do you really

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

made her way to the right, following the weak streetlight and the

out of his stupor and followed

cruising through the mostly empty streets at high speed. He called out to Deirdre from a distance, warning her to move aside, but a confused Deirdre

young man made a

shot an icy glare at him. “Watch

young man cowered. He nodded

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 to pick

so she decided not to be

on a stone bench by