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

ambushed him, meaning he was not sharp enough to 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

to meet

things are lost, though.”

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

watched the unsuspecting crowd going about their days on

Brendan’s not a foe to

another one of our backup

Mrs. Engel’s carefully-prepared 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

was right. Brendan had not eaten much today. He had left almost half of

because his wound was hurting too much or if he was full from

give him some, Mrs.

“Okay.”

clambered out of the door

clean up. Deirdre heard the commotion and ascended the stairs, asking, “What’s wrong,