Chapter 94 How Did You Get Injured?
âListen to the other side of the story?â
Brendan was stunned for a moment. He had never cared about Deirdreâs side of the story because Charlene would never lie to him. Howeverâ¦
âYou said Charlene made a provocative remark?â He could not help raising an eyebrow because Charlene had never mentioned this to him.
Sam nodded in a haste. âIt was my first time seeing Ms. McKinnon so furious. After I restrained Ms.
McKinnon, Ms. McKinney made the remark, but I canât remember the details.â
âNoted.â Brendan exhaled and said, âYou can go home and rest. Iâll be here.â
âSure.â
Sam left.
Brendan looked at the woman lying on the bed from the door, his head filled with Samâs words about Charlene making a provocative remark.
He wondered what Charlene had said and why Deirdre had not mentioned it.
He was upset when he entered the room. The woman was still resting on the bed, but she seemed to be restless in her sleep. Her eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and her hands over the blanket were tightly clenched.
âIs she injured again?â
Brendan turned on the light to check on her. Deirdre opened her eyes when she was awakened by the commotion.
âSam?â
She could not see who it was, so she could only inquire with uncertainty. Brendan did not answer, and both of them were frozen in space until all the blood was drained from Deirdreâs face when she realized who it was.
âMr. Brighthall.â Her voice trembled ever so slightly as she attempted to suppress her fear.
Brendan was infuriated by the way she addressed him.
âMr. Brighthall?
âWe have already become so estranged in just a few days?â
âHow did you injure your hand?â Brendan clutched her wrist, suppressing his anger.â Why didnât Sam tell me about this?â
He could not help blaming Sam. Deirdre was stunned for a moment before she immediately answered, âI wouldnât let him tell you!â
She lowered her gaze and added, âItâs not Samâs fault. I refused to let him tell you.â
Brendanâs expression was icy. He clutched her wrist tightly and raised it, pulling her upper body closer to him. He looked down at her and said, âDeirdre, who gave you the right to do that? You should understand that you donât belong to yourself anymore and you should be reporting everything to me.
Okay?â
Deirdreâs face turned pale for a moment. He then asked, âWhen did you get injured?â
âOn the 19th.â
âOn the 19th?â
Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. It was precisely the date when he had woken up after his fever had broken. Afterward, he had stopped visiting Deirdre for two days. out of spite, yet not the slightest information had been leaked to him during that period.
He could not help feeling furious. âIt seems that Sam doesnât know his place at all. He doesnât know if Iâm his superior or you are! Does he not know that he should be reporting to me?!â
When she realized that Brendan was about to vent his anger on Sam, Deirdreâs face turned pale abruptly and she tugged at his sleeve. âI told you that this is not Samâs. fault. I threatened him with my life. Besides, itâs not a big deal.â
âHow is it not a big deal when your hand is so heavily bandaged?â
Brendan wanted to scold her in anger but he was even more furious with Deirdreâs methods. She was obviously powerless yet she insisted on protecting Sam.
âDeirdre, who do you think you are?â Brendan grabbed her lower jaw and tilted her face up. His thin lips parted as he blurted, âYou donât even have the ability to protect yourself, yet youâre still trying to protect Sam? When will you know your place and understand that youâre utterly incapable of protecting anyone?! Youâre only capable of relying on me!â
Deirdre felt her chest wrench in pain and held the blanket so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
âYes⦠I know that, but I canât do nothing while an innocent person is implicated because of me.â
Sterling was already in deep trouble because of her, so she did not wish to put Sam in the same situation. Otherwise, she would hate herself so much that she would not want to live anyway.
âSince you know that Sam is innocent, it would be best for you not to play tricks anymore.â Brendanâs gaze landed on her arm, his dark eyes dimming as he asked, â How did you get injured?â