Chapter 276 Police Report 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.
âMr. Brighthall!â He ran over to Brendan in a haste.
Deirdre held the knife and went running toward Brendan once again. âBrendan, you will atone for your crime in hell!â
âMs. McKinnon!â
Sam roared and stepped forward swiftly to stop Deirdre, striking the knife out of Deirdreâs hand. It landed on the floor, and Sam was incredulous. âMs. McKinnon! What are you doing?â
âWhat am I doing?â Deirdre raised her head to reveal her face, which was filled with hatred and tears.
âIâm avenging my mother!â
âPlease calm downâ¦â Sam did not care about anything but Brendanâs wound. It was a very deep wound, and the blood had drenched half of Brendanâs shirt. His expression was extremely unpleasant, and he hastily called 911.
Brendanâs breathing sounded weak, and he leaned against the end of the bed and looked weakly at the woman crying on the verge of a breakdown with bloodshot eyes.
The very moment she had swung the knife at him the second time, Brendan had discovered that Deirdre wanted him to die so badly.
In the end, he said slowly, âIâm sorry, Deirdre. Iâm sorry that I didnât manage to protect Ophelia.â
Deirdre stumbled to the ground with tears streaming down her face profusely. She could not feel anything other than regret, which coursed through her entire body. She shut her eyes and said, âWhy did I get affiliated with you, Brendan? Why did I have to become your wife? I not only caused myself harm, but I also caused the death of my motherâ¦
âIf I could have a chance to restart in life, I would stay as far away as I could and never⦠be affiliated with you in any way!â
Pain was radiating through Brendanâs entire body yet it gathered on his wound when he heard the womanâs resolute remark.
If he could, heâd return to the past and stop this calamity from happening. He wanted it more than anybody else.
They were in the hospital, so a stretcher was sent over quickly. Deirdre was still sitting on the ground when Brendan was placed on the stretcher. Before Brendan lost consciousness, he stopped Sam from following him.
âCheck on herâ¦â Brendan shut his eyes, his face already drained of color. He was afraid that Deirdre would suffer the same fate as Ophelia.
Sam stayed back in confusion, his hands still covered in blood. He returned to the pantry and found Deirdre still sitting in the same spot in a daze. She raised her head after hearing the commotion and said in a mocking tone, âDid Brendan send you to watch me and see if I die first?â
Sam removed his jacket and draped it over Deirdreâs body. âThe floor is too cold. You must take care of yourself regardless. I think thatâs all that Mdm. McKinnon would really care about.â
Deirdre trembled and wrapped the jacket around her body.
âWhat? Deirdre injured Brendan by stabbing him with a knife? For real?â
The servant answered, âIt is absolutely true! The information came from the hospital, and many people witnessed the incident. The floor was covered in blood! Mr. Brighthall is still receiving emergency treatment now, and itâs hard to tell if he will make it!â
Charleneâs expression was unpleasant. She hastily asked, âIs his life in danger?â
âIâm not so sure about that, but it seems that his condition is quite serious.â
âThat b*tch! She is still alive yet she is actually trying to kill Brendan!â Charlene flew into a great rage.
Her eyes were bursting with maliciousness as she put on her jacket. âI will never let her off now that she did this! You, call the police.â
Sam heard the commotion outside as soon as he finished cleaning up the blood in the room. The police walked into the room right away because he had yet to find the time to shut the door. A police officer showed his badge and said coldly, âNPD. Someone reported a case of premeditated murder to the police. Who is Deirdre McKinnon?â