Chapter 34 If Youâre Out to Condemn Someone, You Can Always Trump up a Crime âAh?â
Brendan could not believe it upon witnessing Deirdreâs reaction. How could she actually be so nonchalant after causing someone elseâs leg injury?
He clutched the womanâs throat in a strong grip. âHow can you be so malicious, Deirdre! Your eyes are blind, yet this doesnât hide your sinister intentions. Charlene helped you up the stairs out of kindness, yet you showed no remorse after shoving her down the stairs. You shouldâve been the one pushed down the stairs!â Deirdre felt like laughing. âIf you had come a little later, I would have been pushed down the stairs.â Brendan paused for a moment. Soon, he frowned in disgust. âYouâre impenitent!â
y He pulled strongly to drag her off the bed. âHow can you still sleep after crippling someoneâs leg?
Deirdre, you disgust me. Go to the door and repent for your mistake! Come back when youâre ready to acknowledge your mistake!â
Deirdre was almost incapable of getting up after being pushed to the floor. Her entire body felt weak and limp, but she clenched her teeth and said after resting for a long while, âI wonât. Why would I repent when I did nothing wrong?â
âYou did nothing wrong, huh? You crippled Charleneâs leg. She wonât be able to dance anymore even after her leg recovers! Do you still think that you did nothing wrong?â
âShe wonât be able to dance anymore, huh?â Deidre sneered. âI had no idea that she enjoyed dancing.
Is she a dancer? Is this minor injury enough to destroy the rest of her life?â
Deirdre stood upright and said in exasperation, her body shaking, âWhat about me then? If I compensate her with my leg, will you return my face, eyes, and child to me?â
Brendan was stunned. Soon, he was filled with surging anger.
âYouâre obstinate!â
He clutched Deirdreâs wrist and pulled her behind him as he walked downstairs. He made her get down on her knees in the rain.
âLetâs see how long you are going to be this stubborn ! You will kneel until you stop refusing to acknowledge your mistake. If you donât, Iâll make Sterling kneel on your behalf! I heard that he has been taken to a hospital, and Iâd like to see if he will make it through this rainy night!â
Upon saying that, Brendan shut the door heavily with a long face.
It felt unusually cold to be drenched in the rain and standing on wet soil. The coldness crept into her body all the way from her toes, and her face was drained of blood. The rain rushed at her weak body and made her body temperature drop bit by bit.
It was cold. It was piercingly cold.
It was so cold that her ears hummed, and her head was so muddled that she could not tell if she was dreaming or sober. She felt as if she had returned to jail and she was splashed with cold water and forced to stay next to the toilet bowl. It was the endless coldness that had diminished her passion for the world into nothingness .
Upstairs, Brendan looked down at the woman kneeling on the ground all this while, cigarette butts covering the ground under his feet as his eyes were filled with agitation. It had already been an hour, yet she still refused to acknowledge her mistake , even though she looked like she was about to lose consciousness.
The rain was heavier now, and it appeared that it would not stop anytime soon.
He grabbed an umbrella and headed downstairs. He opened the door and held up the black umbrella, revealing his cold, stunning face. He stepped into the muddy water in his boots, his fingers wrapped around the umbrella handle, glistening in the dark night.
âDeirdre , do you acknowledge your mistake?â He held the umbrella above the womanâs head with a strong grip. Deidre heard Brendanâs voice in her daze. She was so cold that she could not feel anything, and her body was shivering beyond her control. However, she put a smile on her pale face and told the man, âIf youâre out to condemn someone, you can always trump up a crime. What have I done wrong?â Upon saying that, Deirdre could not hold up her body anymore. She crashed into the muddy water heavily and lost consciousness.