Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 881 There Won’t Be A Next Time
Brendan held Deirdre even more tightly. “Dee... You’re worried about me.” “You... idiot!” Deirdre’s eyes felt warm. God, she had
to admit-being in his arms, by his side, made her feel so, so safe. But if the price of this safety was an armageddon of a media
firestorm, then she would rather not have any of it.
“I.. I am not worried about you! I’m just concerned about myself!”
He caressed her hair. “It’s okay. Don’t be scared.”
There was no sign of him letting go. He simply held her tightly against his chest.
His action ignited a stack of kerosene. The mob rioted.
“What the f*ck is this!? Mr. Brighthall, are you protecting a criminal in public!?” “So, the things people said on the Internet about
you were right! Deirdre McKinnon is your lover, so you’re protecting her! How could you do this to Miss McKinsey!? This b*tch
pushed her down the stairs to kill her, and you, the f*cking fiance, chose to side with the criminal and protect her instead of
helping your own fiancee!” “Oh, I get it! She’s here in the hospital instead of appearing in the detainment center because of you!
F*cking billionaire spitting on the law and order the rest of us had to abide by just because he has some money and influence!
What the f*ck do we need laws for if the Brighthall Group over here is gonna sh*t all over it whenever it wants, huh!?” “F*ck you,
Bright hall! Get out, Brighthal I!” “F*ck you, Brighthall! Get out, BrighthalI!” “Get the f*ck out of Neve!”
The mob’s rage had risen to a fever pitch. The only reason they had not surrounded Brendan and Deirdre and beaten them up
was that Brendan had brought his security detail for crowd control.
Either way, the man himself said nothing as the mob continued to jeer and shout. They entered the elevator with Deirdre in his
arms and got to his car.
As soon as they got in, Shea began. “I’m sorry for what happened, sir. The tip came too late, and I failed to recognize the
imminent threat at the first golden minute. Because of my failure, Miss McKinnon almost got hurt.”
Brendan did not even spare her a glance. “You’ll get your punishment back in the organization.” “Yes, sir.”
Deirdre was cupping her abdomen and trying to grit through her agony.

After hearing their exchange, though, her eyes snapped open, and she said, “No! This has nothing to do with Shea! It’s not her
fault at all!”
She took a few breaths in. ‘They came so suddenly... Nobody would have been able to know it was going to happen! Then,
when we realized something bad was going on, she immediately tried to help me, but my condition dragged us both down. You
can’t punish her...”
Shea froze. “No, Miss McKinnon, it’s all my fault. If I could just be a little faster— No, I deserve it.” ‘That’s enough!” Brendan
suddenly spoke up. “I get it. The two of you have become chums who are just gonna keep covering each other while I’m the bad
guy, right? Fine. Dee wants you to be forgiven this time, so I’ll grant her wish. But next time... it won’t be that easy.” “Yes, sir!”
Brendan considered Deirdre’s visage. Her lips were bloodless. She might not have made any sound, but her trembling body
made it clear that she was going through excruciating pain. He caressed the woman by her cheek and said, “You okay? Hold
steady... I’m bringing you home, and we’ll have the doctor examine you.” “O-Okay...” She hardly had the strength to talk.
They reached the villa. There, after an examination, the doctor pronounced, “Don’t worry, it’s psychosomatic. She was too
distressed, but it would be fine with some medicines. It’s nothing serious, but... Miss McKinnon has never had robust health, so
I’ll suggest giving her a calming space that is as free from stress as possible.” ‘Thank you very much.”
The doctor stared at Brendan, bewildered. “No need to thank me. I’ll send someone to purchase the required medicine.”
As soon as the doctor left, Mrs. Engel came in with a glass of warm water. She wiped tears from her eyes as she passed the
glass. “God, these people have gone too far! How could they treat a pregnant woman like this!? I’m just glad that Mr. Brighthall
managed to get to you in time before something happened...”