Chapter 19 Iâm Going to Make You Regret It Deirdre wanted to hurt him even more. âI found it disgusting! I kept feeling disgusted about being pregnant with your child! I regretted being with you in the past, and if I could turn back time, Iâd wish Iâd never met you in my life!â
Brendan felt as if he had been stabbed in his heart. Soon, he was struck by rage and astonishment.
Deirdre adored me deeply, and that is an indisputable truth.
âHowever, she is actually claiming that she was disgusted and that she regretted being with me because of Sterling?â
âGood, very well! Deirdre, youâre trying to challenge me, right? Do you think that Iâm a good-natured person just because I havenât punished you?â
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Brendan pinched Deirdreâs chin. âI donât care if you really mean what you said. Iâm going to make you regret saying those words to me!â
Brendan left after slamming the door on her.
Deirdre held her chest with her hands tightly. She was in so much pain that she felt suffocated, yet she remembered Brendanâs remark before he left.
âWhat is he going to do?
âIs he going to take it out on Sterling?
âBrendan has no qualms about implicating the innocent when he is blinded by anger.â
Deidre removed the blanket, walked barefoot, and felt her way around the room. She wanted to get out of the room so she could borrow a phone to call Sterling.
She did not expect to hear a series of chaotic footsteps as soon as she walked out of the room. People were running toward her and shouting, âThatâs her! Sheâs Charlene McKinney! Sheâs the beast who crashed her car and killed someone!â
car âWasnât she sentenced to 10 years in prison? How did she get out after a year? I can see that she disfigured herself on purpose. Does she think that she will escape by doing that? How did she find the nerve to come to the hospital after killing someone? Sheâs disgusting!â
âAccording to a saying, the face is a window to the mind. Look at her now, sheâs hideous! Take a photo of her and post her hideous face online. I would like to find out how a person like her was released from prison halfway through her sentence!â
The group of people ran toward Deirdre in a crowd and shoved their way to her. Deirdre did not even have the chance to respond and, in combination with her blindness, she fell to the ground after being kicked by someone.
The people around her not only refused to help her, but they even mocked her recklessly. âYou deserve that! You deserve to suffer for being a murderer!â
âIâm notâ¦â Deirdreâs eyes reddened with tears. She was scared out of her wits upon sensing the hostility around her and she was panicking due to her inability to see.â Iâm not a murderer!â
âYouâre not a murderer? How could you have the nerve to say that!â Someone tugged at her outfit. âIf youâre not a murderer, how did you get sentenced to prison in a court of law and why did you confess to your crime?
Now that youâre out, youâre going to pretend that nothing happened? You should die!â
âDamn you!â
Deirdreâs head was spinning from the voices in the surroundings.
âThatâs a good question. If I was not a murderer, why would I confess to my crime?
âI did it because I was the scapegoat for Brendanâs lover. I committed the most heinous crime when I fell for Brendan.
âLet me goâ¦â
She pleaded and wanted to run, yet those people refused to walk away and continued to hold her down.
âLet go of her!â
All of a sudden, a deeply concerned, anxious voice was heard. Soon, Deirdre was cradled in Sterlingâs arms.
âItâs alright, Deirdre. Itâs alright!â
The manâs wide, warm chest shielded her from the meanness of the outside world. Deirdre clutched Sterlingâs shirt tightly and could not help sobbing. âYou shouldnât have come, Sterling!â
She shoved him away strenuously and said, âYou should leave! Theyâre recording a video, and youâre going to be filmed!â
Deirdre understood the terror of public opinion better than anyone else. She knew that Sterling could not get involved if he wanted to practice medicine and help others.
Sterling refused to leave and protected her with all his might. âItâs alright, Deirdre. Iâm leaving with you.â
Leaving was more complicated than expected. Both of them were surrounded by this crowd of people.
Some people were criticizing them by saying, âWhy is this good â looking chap protecting the murderer? Where is your morality, chap? Or maybe heâs just like her. Birds of a feather flock together, right?â
âHow much did Charlene pay you to risk your life for her? Do you even know what she did?â