Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 29


    Chapter 29 You Detest Me Just As Much, Don’t You?


    Malice poured out of Brendan’s eyes. He looked less like a man and more like a monster braying for


    blood. “I let you off the hook, Sterling! How dare you spit on my goodwill! How f*cking dare you take my


    woman?!”


    Pain burned Sterling’s cheek, but it did nothing to hold him back. He snickered. “Your woman? Oh, I


    see! Being forced to do someone else’s time for a crime she didn’tmit is a perk of being your


    woman, huh? Being dehumanized as your means of entertainment is also the sort of thing your woman’


    should do, right? God, is it just me, or is being ‘your woman’ the cruelest torment anyone could ever


    suffer?”


    Brendan’s eyes turned bloodshot. He then attacked again.


    Sterling was no match for him in a fight, but he did not let that stop him from putting up a fight.


    Everyone else in the room, including Deirdre, was too aghast to react. She had to stop Sterling from


    angering Brendan even further. After all, it would be all too easy for


    someone as obscenely powerful as Brendan to ruin Sterling’s career as a doctor forever!


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    “Stop! Please, stop fighting!” she yelled powerlessly. She could not see anything-she could only hear


    the sounds of fists connecting with flesh. She seized one of them and lurched, then


    She felt pain. Right on her face.


    Her ears rang, and she felt gravity calling to her from behind and fell.


    Her face swole up, and even the simple act of breathing hurt.


    Sterling’s eyes turned red. “Dee!”


    ,


    Brendan shoved the man away and pulled her into his arms. He shot everyone in the family an icy


    re and said angrily, “All of you sicken me. I get that he’s just a bastard son, but god, does this


    savage even have any manners?! Jesus, train your son like a dog if you have to! Give him some


    lessons!”


    After saying that, he stormed off. Before she was


    forcefully dragged out of the house, Deirdre’s recovering ears vaguely heard Richardmbasting


    Sterling. She curled into herself and muttered, “No, Sterling’s injuries … He needs to… get them


    treated…”


    Brendan brusquely shoved her to the passenger’s seat. He loomed over her, fury burning in his chest,


    and grabbed her by her shoulders in a tight hold. “Are you suicidal, Deirdre? Your face is swollen, for


    f*ck’s sake! Why do you still care about him?! Why is he so important to you?!”


    He was hysterical. The only reason he had not rushed back inside the Fullers’ residence to beat the


    living crap out of Sterling was because Deirdre’s injury seemed so critical.


    The young woman shivered. His voice was really loud, and her ears were beginning to ring again. She


    took a deep breath and slumped against the back of the seat.


    A whileter, her ears stopped ringing and she cast her eyes down. “He saved me, Brendan. I was left


    with nothing. I was abandoned. Alone. At that moment of need, he saved me. He is my hero.”


    “What a f*cking hero he is! If it wasn’t for him, how the


    hell would you have ended up in this state!”


    Deirdre turned her face away from him and said nothing.


    Brendan pressed his lips together and stomped on the elerator . The car whirred into life, and she


    panicked.


    “Where are you taking me?” she cried.


    He frowned. “To the goddamned hospital! You look like a goddamned bulldog right now, okay? What if


    you have a concussion?”


    “No! I’m not going to the hospital!” She remembered how those people had demanded answers from


    her. The trauma was still eating away at her. “I’m fine. I don’t need to see a doctor.”


    The car screeched to a stop.


    “Why the hell not? Why the f*cking hell not?! What the hell are you going to do, huh? Go back there


    and nurse Sterling back to f*cking health? Let him put himself inside you again?!” Brendan erupted.


    “Are you blind? Didn’t you see just how repulsed the Fullers were by you? They hate you. You disgust


    them! You really think you


    could make them warm up to you by acting like a saint and being on their beck and call?”


    Deirdre’s lips paled. She had not seen it, yes, but she had felt the family’s contempt just fine. Even


    so… why did Brendan have to put it so bluntly? Why could he not mince his words? He acted like she


    was not a fellow human being who could feel pain.


    “You’re right. Damn right! I couldn’t see anything because I’m just a blind woman!” she retorted in a


    shaky voice. She took a deep breath and raised her head in defiance. “Besides, what’s the difference


    between serving them and serving you? They detest me-and so do you!”