Charlene must not die. Otherwise, Deirdre couldn’t explain herself under so many eyewitnesses.Seeing the scene, Brendan held tightly on the rail, so tightly that his veins were bulging.He had taken a lot of precautions, but he didn’t manage to prevent Charlene from provoking Deirdre.When he saw someone taking pictures, Brendan subconsciously stood before Deirdre to protect her while his eyes filled with coldness.“If I do remember correctly, you must be the chief editor of the Entertainment Weekly Magazine.” Squinting his eyes while looking at the man with the camera, Brendan warned, “If any photos are leaked today, I guarantee that Entertainment Weekly Magazine will vanish completely from Neve! You can try if you don’t believe it.”The Entertainment Weekly Magazine was the largest media outlet in Neve. As the chief editor, the man had a lot of connections, so he could stop all media outlets from publishing the news as quickly as possible.That was the reason Brendan purposely
With a loud noise, the cover of the lamp shattered on the ground.Slowly, Brendan put down his arm, which had a long and narrow cut on it. Blood gushed out, but he didn’t even frown. He was merely stunned.For Deirdre to really attack him, she must really hate him.He even believed that Deirdre would push him down the balcony, just like how she had pushed Charlene if she were powerful enough.Madame Brighthall rushed upstairs toward them. When she saw Brendan’s bleeding arm at the door, she was startled for a moment and hurriedly went forward.“W-What’s wrong? Deirdre… Brendan… What—”Brendan’s phone rang out suddenly. When he saw the caller on the screen, he accepted it with his uninjured arm.“Mr. Brighthall.” Sam’s tone sounded serious. “Have you solved the problem of the banquet? Would you like to come over? Charlene is—”“Okay, I’ll be there immediately.”Brendan immediately cut off the call and was prepared to depart. His action pulled up short Madame Brighthall for a mo
After Deirdre’s wounds were dressed, Madame Brighthall kept her company for a while. Deirdre lay on the bed after Madame Brighthall left, yet she was having difficulty falling asleep. She dreamt of her mother sitting cross-legged under the apricot tree and waving to her when she finally fell asleep. Her smile was just as kind and gentle as before. “You’re late. Put down your school bag quickly. I don’t want my precious daughter to be tired.”She ran forward with tears down her face, yet the scene changed to the rooftop instantly. She watched as her mother jumped from the rooftop and screamed hysterically, but there was nothing she could do.“Miss McKinnon! Miss McKinnon!”Deirdre was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the door. She sat upright in shock, breathing heavily, and her face was drenched in tears.“What’s going on?”She felt her way to open the door. The maid said in a panicked tone, “Miss McKinnon, the police are here.”Deirdre sat in the living room and
Brendan signaled the caregiver to leave. He asked coldly after the door was shut, “Did you call the police?”Charlene blinked innocently upon hearing that, and her expression turned so grievous instantly that she was almost tearing up.“Hmm… Brendan, I know you must think I’m at fault. However, I can’t help it because Miss McKinnon is truly terrifying! She shoved me down the stairs with her own hands! Had the grass not cushioned my fall, it’s possible that I wouldn't be alive anymore. I’m lucky I only broke a leg, but I don’t have the courage to think what Miss McKinnon would do to me in the future. So, I can only let her face the consequences she deserves.”“Consequences that she deserves?” Brendan narrowed his eyes.Meanwhile, Sam’s call came. “Sir, the situation is looking very bad now. It’s apparent that Charlene is well prepared in her plan. There is a drone recording of Miss McKinnon pushing Charlene down the stairs, and it is posted online. The online community is already
“Mr. Brighthall! Why are you suddenly showing up at the police station? Could it be that the video clip posted online is true? Did your ex-wife’s cousin really push Charli down the stairs?”“Are you here at the police station to handle this case? What sort of punishment will Deirdre be subjected to?”“Someone posted online claiming that you’re going to protect your ex-wife’s sister. Is that true? Is your conscience clear to Miss McKinsey, your fiance whom you’re about to marry soon and who loves you so deeply? Or you’re having feelings for Deirdre because she looks similar to your ex-wife?”“The murderer must be convicted! Let alone the fact that the victim is the future wife of the Brighthall Group’s owner. Mr. Brighthall, we will be scrutinizing this case as citizens, and we want you to give us a satisfactory reply! Don’t disappoint Miss McKinsey’s love for you! Don’t disappoint our trust in you!”The crowd was enraged, and they encircled Brendan. Brendan was capable of using a
“I’ve already told you from the start that if I were Miss McKinnon, I would not only hate you but also possibly kill you.”Brendan felt bitterness in his throat. “That is why I’ve always been doing my best to make up for my mistake, but I didn’t expect something like this to happen in the middle.”Declan said, “I feel that the only troubling part about this incident is that the shoving incident is real. If Charlene insists on the investigation, it will be very hard for Deirdre to walk free.”“However, Charlene isn’t injured severely. In addition, Miss McKinnon is pregnant, so she won’t be sent to prison. We will only need to delay the conviction, and we will stand a chance at turning the tables.”Brendan’s dark eyes dimmed. “I know. I’ve already tampered with the video clip by blurring it. In addition, the guests of the party are on my side. We can totally claim that Charlene was intoxicated and confused…”At the same time Declan nodded, he said hesitantly, “However, we will need
Deirdre was stunned for a short while. By the time she recovered from her surprise, she had assumed a sarcastic expression. “Aren’t I punishing you now?”Brendan was actually irrefutable.“Moreover, how is prison any different from being confined in your house to be with you? I feel that there’s more freedom to be in prison anyway. I don’t have to see you daily and be disgusted by you at the very least.”Deirdre’s remark was cruel. Brendan felt his head spinning, and he could not tell if he was feeling unpleasant or if he was ill. He clenched his fists tightly and suppressed his unusual demeanor.“Do you know what will happen after this?”Brendan’s eyes were bloodshot. “No one can guarantee your safety or survival when you’re in prison. The video clip of you shoving Charlene down the stairs is spreading all over the web, and everyone knows about it. You’ll be the murderer rejected by everyone when you’re released from prison. Do you still want to go through the previous experience
Deirdre was astounded upon hearing that. “What do you mean?” Soon, Deirdre calmed down and stared at Brendan’s outline with a disappointed gaze. “What sort of trick are you up to again, Brendan?”Brendan was frustrated. He had done way too many things that made it very difficult for Deirdre to trust him. “I’m not. I know that you may find it hard to understand the situation, but I’m telling you the truth that Ophelia is still alive.”Deirdre’s fingers twitched. “Brendan, what is the point of you making up this lie? My mother’s death is an established truth…. that both you and the police are well aware of. You would have told me from the start if she were still alive. How can you possibly be hiding it from me until now!?”She was utterly disappointed. “How foolish do you think I am that I will believe in your lowly lie?”Brendan heaved a sigh softly and clenched his fists so tightly from the discomfort of his body until his veins bulged up. However, he still wanted to look nor