Chapter 92 Itâs Because He Wonât Believe You âItâs fine if you donât apologize.â Brendanâs expression was cruel. âHowever, I hope you donât regret this.â
âAre you going to take it out on Sterling again?â Deirdreâs entire body was shaking. Is this all that you can do?!â
Brendan was not planning on punishing Sterling, yet he was infuriated that she would risk her life to protect him, so he said, âThatâs right! You can choose not to apologize to her, but I will make sure that Sterling is on the most popular searches and enjoys the best treatment the paparazzi have to offer these days. Youâre going to thank me then!â
âBrendan is merciless. He would actually blackmail me to this extentâ¦
It was obviously Charlene who had hit her first, yet she was forced to apologize to Charlene. There was no unfairness in Brendanâs world, but there was favoritism when it came to the woman he loved.
Deirdre was used to that. âSure, Iâll apologize!â
Charlene stood at the door. She walked into the room when the timing was about right and declined pretentiously. âForget it, Brendan. Ms. McKinnon is a patient, so how could I possibly make her apologize? Itâs good that she is not injured. Plus⦠Iâm fine. I would like to thank Ms. McKinnon for giving me the opportunity to take care of you by myself.â
The situation was better before she spoke, as Brendanâs gaze turned colder as soon as she mentioned this.
Deirdre would apologize to Charlene obediently in an attempt to protect Sterling yet ignore Brendan when he was sick. Her attitude toward Brendan was clear as day. Since she was already so heartless to him, why would he still show concern for her?
âShe must apologize for her mistake!â Brendan pursed his thin lips and looked down at her. âPerhaps she doesnât know her place anymore without being given a warning.â
âBrendanâ¦â Charleneâs eyes reddened with tears, and she said tenderly, âYouâre really good to meâ¦â
Deirdre was nauseated by their affection for one another. She endured it with great effort and lowered her head toward Charlene. âIâm sorry, Ms. McKinney. Youâre a magnanimous person, so stop fussing about this matter.â
âOf course, Ms. McKinnon. Why would I fuss about this matter with you?â Charlene took a step forward and held Deirdreâs hand with feigned enthusiasm, yet she held Deirdreâs hand so tightly that her nails dug into Deirdreâs flesh. She only loosened her grip when Deirdre began bleeding.
âBrendan, Ms. McKinnon looks very displeased that she has to apologize to me. I think it would be better for us to leave, right? Your mother will be bringing you her chicken soup coincidentally. Iâll feed you.â
Charlene wrapped her arm around Brendanâs arm and left. Deirdreâs knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, her soft lips trembling from the pain in her hand.
It was Sam who came in and saw the savage, squeezed-up wounds on her hand. He was stunned for a moment. âThat must be painful!â
He did not care about keeping his distance from her, so he clutched her wrist and asked, âWhat happened to your hand, Ms. McKinnon?â
Deirdre pulled back her hand and said, âItâs fine.â
âHow can you be fine? Your hand is bruised and bleeding!â Sam was confused. âWho did this? Was it Ms. McKinney?â
It looked like a nipping wound caused by long fingernails. Sam was scared out of his wits when he realized that. âHow can a beautiful woman be so sinister?â
âIâll get you a doctor and tell Mr. Brighthall while Iâm at it!â
âDonât!â Deirdre hastily held him back, her wounds hurting even more. She was in so much pain that her hands were trembling. She took a deep breath and said, âGet someone to dress the wound, but donât tell Brendan.â
âWhy?â Sam was puzzled. It was obvious that she had the evidence to prove herself.
âNo reason.â Deirdre smirked. âItâs because he wonât believe you even if you tell him. Heâs angry, so he will only think that I did it to myself to vilify Charlene after seeing the wounds.â
Samâs expression was slightly unpleasant, but it was possible that Deirdre was right indeed.