Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 879

Chapter 879 Cornered

The leader let out a shaky breath and suddenly thought of the winces and pained grimaces their victim had made. These women had always been the ones throwing punches-they had never wondered about the feelings of those at the receiving end of their abuse.

They knew it now-just as they now learned fear and regret.

“I… I won’t do it anymore…”

Sparing her even a seconds-long glance made Brendan retch. “Sounds to me like you girls aren’t getting enough of it yet.”

Finally, the women lost even the strength to cry. Brendan wrapped his fingers with a handkerchief before tipping one of their chins to face him.” So, who gave you girls the order?”

Deirdre stirred, opening her eyes. She instinctively rubbed her hand over her bedside, but there was no one.

“Miss McKinnon? Are you awake?”

She reeled in realization. Had Brendan left? She nodded nonetheless.

“Are you hungry? Do you need me to get you something to eat?” “What time is it now?” ‘Three in the afternoon.”

Deirdre was quite shocked. That was how long she had slept? And it was such a peaceful, dreamless one, too…

‘Where’s Brendan?” “Oh, he’s out on his business. Do you want to see him? I can call him right away and tell him you’re up and-” “No!” Deirdre’s refusal sprung out of her almost instantly. Her cheeks were burning. “He’s busy, right? So, let’s not trouble him or anything. Besides, it’s not like I want to see him. I was just… asking. For no reason.”

Shea nodded in a way Deirdre could not tell if she understood her or not. Her mind drifted to what happened in the morning, so she asked, “Shea, where were you?” ‘What’s the matter, Miss McKinnon?”

Deirdre thought about the event that had transpired and found herself still too embarrassed to even put things to word. “I… I mean, I needed your help this morning and thought you were outside, so I called out to you. But you didn’t seem to hear me… or come back!”

Shea finally understood her. She was referring to that specific interval, huh? Well, how was she supposed to answer Deirdre’s call after hearing what Brendan said? “Oh, well I was… I was getting some medicine for you, Miss McKinnon. What happened? Did something happen?”

Deirdre shook her head. Nothing she said was going to help her now- especially not when whatever happened had happened. “No. I guess… not…”

Shea could tell from Deirdre’s behavior alone that Brendan had a pretty fun time with her. To think her employer was some kind of celibate! Now she knew he simply had his hidden beast all chained up. Judging from that, Shea could even guess just how hard Brendan must have gone with Deirdre behind closed doors…

“Shea?” The young woman in question asked sheepishly, “I’m a little hungry. Can you get me some fresh porridge?” “Okay!”

Shea bolted out of the door. Deirdre flexed her shoulder a little and winced. She bit her lips hard and took a sharp breath. That b*stard had bit her!

She stared at her sheet, musing. A moment later, her door suddenly swung open. “Miss McKinnon!”

Something was wrong with Shea’s tone. “You have to come with me… now!”

Deirdre froze. “But why?”

Shea lunged forward and began helping her out of her bed. “I don’t know who did it, but someone let out the news that you’re here, and now journalists are crowding outside the hospital! The security isn’t going to be able to stop them from flooding in! Any sooner, and they’ll even breach your room!” Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Deirdre’s mind was abuzz. “How? Why? How did this happen!?”

Unfortunately, there was no time for her to think. With Shea’s help, she hurried to the corridor outside. The emergency exit ahead was their salvation.

That was until a crowd of journalists broke into the corridor and blocked their path.

“McKinnon is here!” someone yelled above the ding. And just like that, Deirdre and Shea found themselves surrounded by a blockade of people. The blinding light of camera shutters seemed to set the air aflame. A few of them pulled out their microphones.

“Why isn’t a homicide suspect like you being detained? Why are you in the hospital? Is this proof of Brendan Brighthall abusing his connection and wealth as a billionaire so that his people can evade justice?”