Chapter 709
Chapter 709 You Should Have Let Me Die With My Child!
Deirdre was hysterical. She lunged and pounded her fists on him in a post- traumatic fit. "Are you
happy now? Huh? Are you finally satisfied now!?
Nothing pleases you more than seeing me humiliated and dehumanized and suffering from a nervous
breakdown, doesn''t it, you demon!? If you hate me so much-if you hate me this much-then why didn''t
you let me die and rot in prison!? Let me die with my child, and I wouldn''t have to suffer all of your
torment for no f*cking reason!” 1
Brendan froze. It felt like a million thorns were stabbing his chest simultaneously, stinging him so much
that his teeth chattered. It hurt, yet he could not even garner the strength to voice it.
It took him a while to reel out of that pain. He threw his arms around her and squeezed her as tightly as
he could, as though he was worried that she might vanish if he did not.
"I''m sorry. I''m sorry... I should have protected you."
He was muttering to himself as pain ravaged him.
"You''re sorry?" It was a scoff. What an absurd sentence! And the sheer cruelty of its worthlessness—it
was as cheap as any sound a man could make, worthless precisely because it conferred no
punishment and yet demanded unreserved forgiveness.
"Unhand me." The icy wind made her tremble a little, but her gaze was even colder. "You disgust me!
Everything about you disgusts me! You make me wretch!"
Brendan had no retort. “This ce isn''t safe. Just let me drive you home."
This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
"Not safe?” Deirdreughed scornfully. "I''m the least safe when I''m with you!" Brendan froze.
"Stay the h*ll away from me, Brendan. I hate you enough as it is. Do you really want me to go further!?"
Brendan had lost all strength to say anything. Her words hit him like a sledgehammer, and the world
suddenly seemed dark. He now knew how much he had lost. Even his strength to defend himself was
gone because there was no argument in his defense
Deirdre turned on her heels and made her way to the right, following the weak streetlight and the vague
hues it illuminated.
Brendan snapped out of his stupor and followed her closely.
A young skateboarder was having the time of his life cruising through the mostly empty streets at high
speed. He called out to Deirdre from a distance, warning her to move aside, but a confused Deirdre
simply took a staggering step back.
She fell into Brendan''s arms just as the young man made a near-brush crash in the opposite direction.
Brendan shot an icy re at him. “Watch where you''re going next time."
The young man cowered. He nodded apologetically and ran away.
Deirdre shoved Brendan away, but his gaze softened. "I know you hate me and would very much rather
not see me, but you can''t see at all, remember? It''s hard to hail a cab, so I can''t possibly let you walk
on your own,” he muttered gently. "At least ask a friend to pick you up."
Deirdre quietly admitted to herself that there was no better way to solve her current predicament, so
she decided not to be stubborn and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She called Glenna.
Then, she sat on a stone bench by the roadside and waited.
Glenna was fast. Deirdre hardly had the time to space out when her car arrived already. Getting out of
her seat, Glenna espied the look on Deirdre''s face and felt a pang.
“Oh my God, what happened?"
Deirdre shed her a smile and changed the subject.
"I didn’t expect you to be this fast."
“Office dinner. I was just on the neighboring street."
Deirdre was a little embarrassed. “Sorry. I stole you away, didn''t I?"
"Honey, you take that back!" Glenna replied, feigning anger. "Nothing''s more important than you, Dee.
How could I possibly leave you here, alone,te at night? You should pat yourself for calling me for
help! Come on, get into the car!"
Deirdre nodded, and Glenna helped her into the passenger seat. She hurriedly started the car engine
and asked, “Honestly, shouldn''t you be sleeping in the mansion at this moment? Why are you waiting at
the entrance of Sigh and Sea?”