Chapter 880


    Chapter 880 Let Me Be The One To Protect You


    “You should be detained in a cell awaiting your sentence for suspicion of murder, right? So, why are


    you here in the hospital?


    And who is that young woman with you?” “Deirdre McKinnon, why are you panicking? You’re not


    thinking about running away, right?!” “How dare you hide in theforts of a hospital instead of facing


    your trials?


    What kind of world have wee to when a snake-hearted woman like you can evade justice?


    Not admitting to your guilt is bad, but trying to run away from tough questions? Honestly, McKinnon, did


    you really think having your billionaire lover shielding you makes you above ountability!?” “Go to


    h*ll, murderer!”


    “F*cking wh*re, stealing another woman’s man and trying to murder her to get her out of the way! H*ll


    has a special ce for you, b*tch!”


    Theirmentaries started bing more and more inmmatory. At one point, someone even


    started getting physical and shoved Deirdre as hard as they could. The force knocked her footing awry,


    and she careened toward the wall.


    “Miss McKinnon!” cried Shea. She reached out, caught her in her arm as quickly as she could, and held


    her steady. “Are you okay?”


    Deirdre’s face was as white as a sheet. She shook her head.


    “Get out of the way, godd*mnit!” Shea roared at the stampede. “Get the h*ll out!”


    Unfortunately, a new influx of bystanders joined in on the chaos-all of them were feeling righteous fury.


    They formed a wall around Deirdre, determined to stop her from fleeing, and two of them even


    breached the ring.


    ‘You’re telling us to let the murderer leave!? Ha, f*ck you, the cops areing to detain you both!”


    The jostling crowd corroded her space and took away her air. She began to feel suffocated just as a


    sharp sting red on her abdomen. The world was beginning to spin, and she felt a dizzy spell. Her


    knees turned weak and began to bend-she was about to fall.


    “Miss McKinnon!” cried Shea, panicking so hard that she was sweating. Jostled and sandwiched


    between unrelenting people, none of her bodyguarding skills had a chance. “Miss McKinnon, are you


    okay? Please, hold on for now! Don’t keel over! You’ll be injured if you fall, and they rush toward us!”


    Deirdre yanked on her cor, her face ashen. She could not breathe.


    It was then that she heard an elevator ding. The door opened, and a new group of people poured out,


    this time herding the mob to carve a way out straight to Deirdre. Before the young woman could raise


    her head to see who her savior was, the man had enveloped her with his arms.


    She was in so much pain that she could hardly react. But then she smelled him and, in shock, shoved


    him away. “No, Brendan! Don’te near me. You mustn’t be here!”


    Deirdre knew what was building up against her. Before any of this was settled, she would always be a


    murderer detested by the entire society. How could the leader of the Brighthall Groupe to her aid?


    Just the thought of how much talk andmentaries it would generate online scared her!


    Brendan, however, simply hugged her even more tightly. He covered every inch of her body with his


    large, strong arms, shielding her from any attack the world could throw at her.


    “It’s okay, Dee. It’s all okay.” He breathed in her ear, firm yet gentle.


    This was what it should have been. He should have stood beside her and shielded her from every trial


    and tribtion two years ago-or even before then. He remembered something simr that had


    happened before: in the hospital where Sterling Fuller had protected Deirdre from the media without a


    care about his safety.


    Brendan was stunned. More importantly, though, he was jealous.


    That should have been him. He should be the only man Deirdre would ever rely on.


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    Well… betterte than never, right?


    He smiled. “Finally, I’ve been waiting for this, a chance to be the one to protect you.”


    Deirdre froze. She tried to summon strength into her limp, weak arm to push him away. “Are you


    insane? Do you know what that will do to you? The Brighthall Group is already trapped in a crisis of


    public opinion! What you’re doing is like adding fuel to the fire! If something happens to you, who else


    is there to help me!?”