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

successfully ambushed him, meaning he was not sharp enough to notice things like that. I doubt he knew we bribed the operating doctor

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

things are lost,

Lang works for 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 be infected

crowd going about their days on

ambush means Brendan’s not a foe to be trifled

in another one of

chicken soup as the older woman glanced at the stairs. “Mr. Brighthall hasn’t eaten anything since the afternoon, has he? And now, he’s all cooped up in his study with Sam. Should we send him some chicken soup

much today. He had left almost half of his

he was full from Deirdre’s pasta. Either

some, Mrs. Engel.”

“Okay.”

told. Before she could enter the study, though, Sam suddenly clambered out of the door with bloodied bandages on his hand, shocking her. She tripped, and the bowl fell onto the

heard the commotion and ascended