Deirdre burst out laughing while she was crying. “Brendan, you enjoy regarding me as a fool, right? I believe that you are delighted in your heart that I was deceived by your lowly lie and kept going in circles, right?“Yesterday evening…” Deirdre felt intense pain in her throat. “You told me that I still have you. Were you mocking me at the time? On the other hand, I believed you like a fool!”“No!” Brendan’s face turned ghastly from the pain. He objected so strongly that blood was flowing out of his wound once again. He felt the warm flow of endless blood on his palm. He was scared but he was not afraid that he would bleed to death. He was scared that Deirdre would suffer an emotional breakdown. “The words that I said… I meant them sincerely… Deirdre, I’m sorry…”He had nothing else left to say at that very moment but sorry. It was because he could not do anything to resurrect a dead person. Blood was gushing out of his abdomen wildly. The pain stripped away his strength b
Sam witnessed the scene when he came in after Brendan. He saw the woman standing coldly and Brendan kneeling on the ground, his lips ghastly, his hand covering his abdomen, which was bleeding profusely. “Mr. Brighthall!” He ran over to Brendan in a haste. Deirdre held the knife and went running toward Brendan once again. “Brendan, you will atone for your crime in hell!”“Ms. McKinnon!”Sam roared and stepped forward swiftly to stop Deirdre, striking the knife out of Deirdre’s hand. It landed on the floor, and Sam was incredulous. “Ms. McKinnon! What are you doing?”“What am I doing?” Deirdre raised her head to reveal her face, which was filled with hatred and tears. “I’m avenging my mother!”“Please calm down…” Sam did not care about anything but Brendan’s wound. It was a very deep wound, and the blood had drenched half of Brendan’s shirt. His expression was extremely unpleasant, and he hastily called 911. Brendan’s breathing sounded weak, and he leaned against the end of the
Sam felt his heart racing as soon as he heard the remark. He said with a flattering smile, “What do you mean premeditated murder? Is there some sort of misunderstanding?”The police officer said with a frown, “Do you think that there is a misunderstanding when the stench of blood is so strong here? Can you stop the people outside from talking about this situation? I’m warning you not to interfere with the prosecution of this crime. Deidre is a criminal suspect, and we are taking her to the police station for an interrogation today!”Upon saying that, the man scanned the woman sitting on the floor and noticed that her disfigured face matched the police report completely. He did not comment further. He only said, “Deirdre, you’re coming with us!”The others were stunned. Sam hastily stepped forward and said, “This is a misunderstanding, sir! This must be a misunderstanding. Someone was injured here indeed, but it was definitely not a crime as serious as premeditated murder! The inju
Madam Brighthall was extremely furious and refused to listen to Sam’s explanation. “If you owe someone money, you return the money. If you try to kill someone, you pay with your life. I don’t care what happened between them. Since that woman injured Brendan, she deserves to be punished! Bring me the phone.”…Deirdre regained consciousness when a bucket of cold water was poured on her. She had lost count of how long it had been since she had been detained at the police station. She figured that the people in her surroundings were all criminals. The police officer standing in front of her gave an order in a cold voice. “Come out, Deirdre.”Deirdre followed the police officer and heard her handcuffs clanging when she was pinned against the table. His overbearing voice came from above her as he said, “Deirdre, do you know what your offense is? You broke Criminal Law Act 232 regarding first-degree manslaughter. You’ll be sentenced to death, life imprisonment, or no less than ten years
“I’m sorry.” Brendan propped his forehead and said, “I was only trying to find out how Deirdre is currently. After all, it was my fault her mother died.”“How was it your fault?” Charleen bit her lower lip tightly. “She was the one who committed suicide. Were you going to assign someone to watch over her all day long? On the other hand, Ms. McKinnon is too insensible. You treated her mother so well and you even made an exception to bury her…”“That was nothing.” Brendan interrupted her, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter. “Had I not made her your scapegoat, Ophelia wouldn’t have died.”“So do you regret what you did?” Deirdre was incredulous, and her lips were trembling. Brendan was so agitated in his heart that he could not be bothered to explain himself. Meanwhile, Sam suddenly entered the room in a rush, and his dejected eyes lit up abruptly when he saw Brendan. “You’re finally awake, Mr. Brighthall!”“What happened?” Brendan felt uneasy. “The police came and took Ms. McKinn
Brendan covered his abdomen weakly. He could not feel the pain in his injury anymore, perhaps due to the pain in his heart, which overpowered everything else. On the contrary, he cracked a smile and said, “Mother, bail her out…”He said in a shaky voice, “I owe it to her because I was the cause of her mother’s death. Aside from the fact that she didn’t manage to stab me to death, I’d deserve it even if I were to die for real.”“You…” Madam Brighthall was rendered speechless. She staggered, taking a few steps due to her intense headache. “What on earth has happened between you two?”Brendan felt the warm, moist sensation in his hands. Before he could speak, a doctor came rushing into the room. The sutures of his wound were ripped. The wound would need to be closed up again, and he would need another surgery to stop the bleeding. When he came out of the operating theater, Brendan was still trying to force himself to stay conscious. “Sam, go to the police station to check on Deirdr
Brendan kept quiet for a long time before he answered, “This is the last time, I promise.”Madam Brighthall refused to believe his promise. She left, slamming the door, ready to rush over to the police station. Brendan and Sam were left in the room. It was apparent that Sam had not expected that the situation would progress to this extent. He asked in an exploratory manner, “So what should we do now, Mr. Brighthall?”“Head to the police station and figure out a way for me to speak with Deirdre.”Sam nodded. He turned around to head out when Brendan called out to him. “Also, please help me look into Ophelia’s incident one year ago. Find out what happened after her house was taken back.”“Sure.”Charlene had just arrived at the police station with the lawyer when Madam Brighthall followed her. At the same time, Deirdre was brought in. There was no telling if it was due to the three tormenting days in the holding cell or because she had not met her in a long time, but her appea
Deirdre managed to regain some semblance of composure, but her bloodshot eyes were still as bellicose as a pair of daggers pointing in the direction of the lawyer and the police. “Why… did… you people… lie?! Why did you lie?! You told me you’d help me build a case!!!”Her accusation pushed the captain’s buttons. “You don’t build a case without solid evidence, ma’am. And you’ve got none of that! Did you really think you could decide if a year-old case was murder just because you said so? Gimme a break!”“Enough, please…” Sam exhaled, his hands still pinning her shoulders. This could not continue—he just knew it. Gritting his teeth, he said forcefully, “You have to end this right now, Miss McKinnon! You have to drop all your charges against Mr. Brighthall and just… leave the rest to him, okay? That way, you will leave this station in one piece by the end of the day!”“Drop the charges?” Deirdre’s hollow eyes were somehow made alive by the grotesque force of hate and resentment in them