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Chapter 155 Price of Forgiveness

At that moment, Brendan felt his heart wrench in pain violently for no apparent reason.

He felt an ineffable anger surge into his head and could not help holding Deirdre’s wrist. “Deirdre? Why are you here?” he asked in rage.

Deirdre opened her eyelids ever so slightly and jerked back from unconsciousness to reality by the pain in her wrist. She listened to Brendan’s query and found his remark taunting. Her lips moved when she said, “Where else can I be if not here? Didn’t you make me come here?”

The woman’s wrist felt ice cold, and the coldness seeped into Brendan’s palm like an invisible hand. His face turned green with anger.

‘Yes, it was me who made Deirdre come here. Yet, I assumed that Charlene would not make things difficult for Deirdre because she is such a kind woman. Still, she actually punished Deirdre to stand in the cold yard when the temperature is dropping from the impending winter?’

Brendan felt his chest hurting and darted a look at the bloody, mushy laceration w
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Lorrain Wolfe
this is too much somebody for the love of god figure out that poor Deirdre is innocent ......
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