Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 860

Chapter 860 You Don’t Blame Me?

With a loud noise, the cover of the lamp shattered on the ground.

Slowly, Brendan put down his arm, which had a long and narrow cut on it. Blood gushed out, but he didn’t even frown. He was merely stunned.

For Deirdre to really attack him, she must really hate him.

He even believed that Deirdre would push him down the balcony, just like how she had pushed Charlene if she were powerful enough.

Madame Brighthall rushed upstairs toward them. When she saw Brendan’s bleeding arm at the door, she was startled for a moment and hurriedly went forward.

‘W-What’s wrong? Deirdre… Brendan… What-”

Brendan’s phone rang out suddenly. When he saw the caller on the screen, he accepted it with his uninjured arm.

“Mr. Brighthall.” Sam’s tone sounded serious. “Have you solved the problem of the banquet? Would you like to come over? Charlene is-” “Okay, I’ll be there immediately.”

Brendan immediately cut off the call and was prepared to depart. His action pulled up short Madame Brighthall for a moment. Following that, she hurriedly asked, “Where are you going? Bren, we’ll have to stop your arm from continuous bleeding and have it bandaged first!” “Lena’s condition doesn’t seem good, and I’ll have to check it out. I may have to sign a form on her behalf and authorize treatment.”

Madame Brighthall knew clearly that Brendan had to go, but she couldn’t help worrying. “What about your arm?” “It’s not a big deal,” said Brendan as he took a glance at the wound, the lamp, and the

woman filled with intense hatred. “It’s just a minor injury. I’ll go handle it at the hospital.”

Following that, Brendan went off quickly.

After Brendan left, Madame Brighthall turned to Deirdre. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions.

“Deirdre…” She reached out for the lamp in Deirdre’s hand. “This is too dangerous. Can you please give it to me?”

Surprisingly, Deirdre didn’t resist Madame Brighthall from taking away the lamp. She remained calm and collected.

Lowering her head, Madame Brighthall saw the shattered glass of the lamp on the carpet, and Deirdre was bleeding because she had stepped on them.

Feeling complicated, she ordered maids to clean the carpet and a doctor to handle the wounds on Deirdre’s feet. Deirdre remained quiet throughout the process.

She was so quiet that she didn’t look like a human but a walking dead or a puppet.

“Deirdre, regardless of condition, the most important thing for you is to take care of yourself. Please remember that you are more important than your child.” Unable to hide her concern, Madame Brighthall held Deirdre’s hand tightly. “Tell me if you are unhappy. If you wish to leave here… I’ll help you.” 2 Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Deirdre finally responded. She looked at Madame Brighthall and asked,” You don’t blame me?” ‘What can I blame you for?” “For bringing trouble to the Brighthalls by pushing Charlene down the balcony before all the guests and for having injured Brendan.” Deirdre laughed at herself “I understand your personality well. Something must have happened for you to be so impulsive. As for Bren, it’s his fault to have broken your heart again after chasing you back. Not to mention hitting him with a lamp, it’s normal for you to feel like killing him.”

Madame Brighthall’s words touched Deirdre. She was surprised that Madame Brighthall would stand by her side instead of her son without hesitation.

She began wondering why a reasonable person like Madame Brighthall would have such a selfish, cruel, and ruthless son like Brendan.

Well, at least Brendan was devoted to Charlene. Because of Charlene, he would go to the hospital first, even if his arm was injured.

Deirdre deemed that if it weren’t for the child she was bearing, Brendan might have already pushed her to the forefront and made sure she paid the price.