Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 810 Hemorrhage

A sharp sting spread out from his heart to the rest of his innards. It hurt so much even his injury on the right arm paled in comparison.

“Alright. If you won’t, then I won’t ask for it either.”

He assented instead of demanding his request be met.

Deirdre’s eyelashes trembled. She was surprised to see him showing no anger. She was surprised he managed to calm himself and not make it an issue.

On the top floor of a hotel in Neve, a man knocked on the door of the luxury suite before reporting to a man standing in front of the floor-to- ceiling window.

“Sir? Brendan Brighthall has left the hospital.”

The man played with the wineglass between his fingers and watched the light reflecting off its rim. He set the glass down.

“Oh? Did he notice it?”

Disdain animated

was not sharp enough to notice things like that. I doubt he knew we bribed the operating doctor into introducing medicines that

thing Brendan did after waking up was to run away to meet her. It seems obvious that he treasures her, and so by sheer luck, he

lost,

today. The dosage may not be much, but it’s only a matter of two weeks for

crowd going about their days on the streets far

that he managed to escape our ambush means Brendan’s not a foe to be trifled with.

of our backup plans.”

as the older woman glanced at the stairs. “Mr. Brighthall hasn’t eaten anything since the afternoon, has he?

right. Brendan had not eaten much today. He had left almost half of his food untouched by the time

was hurting too much or if he was full from Deirdre’s

him some, Mrs. Engel.”

“Okay.”

suddenly clambered out of the door with bloodied

heard the commotion and ascended the stairs, asking, “What’s wrong,