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?”

animated

enough to notice things like that. I doubt he knew we bribed the operating doctor into introducing medicines that could make

run away to meet her. It seems obvious that he treasures her, and so by sheer luck,

lost, though.”

for US. Our plan is already in action, sir. Dr. Lang administered the drug to his wounds just today. The dosage may

the unsuspecting crowd going about their days

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

in another one of our backup

stairs. “Mr. Brighthall hasn’t eaten anything since the afternoon, has he? And

eaten much today. He

too much or if he was full from Deirdre’s pasta.

some,

“Okay.”

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

started to clean up. Deirdre heard the commotion and ascended the stairs, asking,