Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 813 The Bullet Didn’t Hit You

“Really?”

Brendan’s eyes lit up.

Deirdre had never once smiled ever since she stepped foot into this mansion, and this was the first time she said she wanted to go out to get some fresh air.

“I’ll come with you,” he said, his voice thick with exhilaration.

Deirdre frowned. “Why do you want to come with us?” “I can help you to carry stuff. I can be the driver too.”

Even Mrs. Engel could sense the submissiveness in Brendan’s voice. He used to be a very powerful person in Neve. There was no way he would willingly become other people’s driver.

Deirdre turned her head sideways and said, ‘That’s not necessary. Look at the wound on your shoulder. I doubt you’ll be able to hold anything right now, let alone carry some heavy stuff. We can walk there ourselves. We don’t need you to drive us there.” Brendan’s face sank. “I just don’t want you to leave my side, Deirdre.”

Sam greeted her, and when he saw Brendan, he said, “Sir,

be back

he could not stop Brendan,

please help me. Mr. Brighthall can’t go out

to Brendan and commanded

follow after her in the end. He

like someone who’ll give up so easily. I thought he was going to come with us to the grocery store today,

did not know what to say. She placed her hand on the stomach

to get angry as it’s

In the mansion…

head around and glared daggers at Sam, causing the latter to feel like he was the

McKinnon, but you’re in no shape to go out right now. Besides, it’s time for you to change your bandages. Your wound might get infected if you don’t change your bandages on time. At that time, you might even collapse before you can

and tore off the bandage that Dr. Lang had put on him, revealing the dark bullet

he saw the wound. ‘That son of a