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 the underling.

notice things like that. I doubt he knew we bribed the operating doctor into introducing medicines that could make his injuries worse after the operation.” ‘Then

run away to meet

all things are lost, though.” The underling continued,

US. Our plan is already in action, sir. Dr. Lang administered the drug to his wounds just today. The dosage may not be much, but it’s only a matter of two weeks for his wounds to

and watched the unsuspecting crowd going about their days on the streets far below

means Brendan’s not a foe to be trifled with. We should ensure he’s too

one of our backup plans.” ‘Yes,

hasn’t eaten anything since the afternoon, has he?

on a slab of chicken. Mrs. Engel was right. Brendan had not eaten much today. He had left almost half of his food untouched by

it was because his wound was hurting too much or if he was full from Deirdre’s pasta. Either way, he should be coming downstairs for dinner instead of skipping his

some, Mrs. Engel.”

“Okay.”

as she was told. Before she could enter the study, though, Sam suddenly clambered out of the door with bloodied bandages on his hand, shocking

the commotion