Chapter 183 You Deserve to Die Hence, Sam ran over instinctively with his arm outstretched and grabbed Deirdreâs wrist the very moment Deirdre jumped without the slightest hesitation.
He only discovered how absurdly skinny the woman was the moment he grabbed her wrist. She was all skin and bones.
âMs. McKinnon! Give me your other hand! Quick!â
Deirdreâs expression, which had been filled with despair, finally changed ever so slightly when she heard Samâs voice, but it was only a minute change.
Tears kept flowing out of the corners of her eyes constantly. She raised her head and said with feigned calmness, âSam, I treat you well usually. If you really want to do something good for me, loosen your grip, okay? Itâs too painful to live. Let me be with my mother and perform my duty as a daughter.â
Sam felt an ache in his heart so painful that he could not speak. Brendan ran over with bloodshot eyes.
and clutched Deirdreâs arm tightly.
No one knew this, but Brendan had felt his sinking heart halt to a stop the very moment Sam had grabbed Deirdre. He did not doubt that he would have descended into a boundless hell for the rest of his life if Deirdre had fallen.
âSam, grab Deirdreâs other hand!â he ordered.
Deirdre was struggling with all her might. There was no telling where she had found it, but she was grasping a rock in her other palm, which she used to pound at Brendanâs hand frantically.
The sharp rock cut out streaks of bloody wounds in Brendanâs hand and turned the back of his hand into. a bloody mess instantly.
The sharp pain made Brendanâs body shake once, but he tightened his grip even more.
Deirdre felt that and laughed so hard that she teared up. âWhy are you trying to save me, Brendan?
Just because you and Charlene need a child-birthing machine?â
âShut up!â Brendanâs body was tense, and his veins were bulging. âItâs not about that. I just want you to live!â
He did not have the time to ponder this closely, nor did he need to do that. He had always been reckless and unrestrained, so he would do whatever he wanted.
Deirdre found his remark ironic. âYou want me to live? If you had spared no effort to save my mother before she died, would she still have fallen to her death? You have everything, yet youâve taken everything from me, a person who has nothing left. Brendan, you deserve to die!
âI curse you to feel unrequited love for the rest of your life! May you be in so much agony that you wish you were dead!â
Her eyes were bloodshot. Even though she could not see, her eyes were filled with hatred. She wanted to see this man clearly before her death so she could haunt him.
âDeirdre! What are you doing?!â
Brendan could not help panicking. Deirdreâs eyes were deathly still when she stretched out her other hand. and exerted her last ounce of energy to pry away Brendanâs index and middle fingers.
Brendan was sweating profusely as he roared, âHow dare you, Deirdre!â
He held her hand tighter but still could not fight Deirdreâs resistance. He could feel the womanâs wrist slipping from his fingers bit by bit.
Brendan widened his eyes and felt as if the world was moving in slow motion. He could feel Deirdreâs fearlessness when it came to death.
All of a sudden, Sam stretched out his hand to grab Deirdreâs other arm.
Brendan and Sam joined forces to pull Deirdre to a safe spot.
Brendan was relieved of his pain at that very moment. He made his way to Deirdre with bloodshot eyes. and grabbed her shoulders. âDo you know that youâ¦â
âAlmost died!
âYou were almost gone from this world, Deirdre!â
Deirdreâs gaze was fearless and disappointed.
She searched for Sam and said with trembling lips, âWhy?â
âWhy did you save me?â
Sam shut his eyes in agony. âIâm sorry, Ms. McKinnon. I canât just do nothing while I watch you die.
While thereâs life, thereâs hope.â