Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 880

Chapter 880 Let Me Be The One To Protect You

“You should be detained in a cell awaiting your sentence for suspicion of murder, right? So, why are you here in the hospital?

And who is that young woman with you?” “Deirdre McKinnon, why are you panicking? You’re not thinking about running away, right?!” “How dare you hide in the comforts of a hospital instead of facing your trials?

What kind of world have we come to when a snake-hearted woman like you can evade justice? This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Not admitting to your guilt is bad, but trying to run away from tough questions? Honestly, McKinnon, did you really think having your billionaire lover shielding you makes you above accountability!?” “Go to h*ll, murderer!”

“F*cking wh*re, stealing another woman’s man and trying to murder her to get her out of the way! H*ll has a special place for you, b*tch!”

Their commentaries started becoming more and more inflammatory. At one point, someone even started getting physical and shoved Deirdre as hard as they could. The force knocked her footing awry, and she careened toward the wall.

“Miss McKinnon!” cried Shea. She reached out, caught her in her arm as quickly as she could, and held her steady. “Are you okay?”

Deirdre’s face was as white as a sheet. She shook her head.

“Get out of the way, godd*mnit!” Shea roared at the stampede. “Get the h*ll out!”

Unfortunately, a new influx of bystanders joined in on the chaos-all of them were feeling righteous fury. They formed a wall around Deirdre, determined to stop her from fleeing, and two of them even breached the ring.

‘You’re telling us to let the murderer leave!? Ha, f*ck you, the cops are coming to detain you both!”

The jostling crowd corroded her space and took away her air. She began to feel suffocated just as a sharp sting flared on her abdomen. The world was beginning to spin, and she felt a dizzy spell. Her knees turned weak and began to bend-she was about to fall.

“Miss McKinnon!” cried Shea, panicking so hard that she was sweating. Jostled and sandwiched between unrelenting people, none of her bodyguarding skills had a chance. “Miss McKinnon, are you okay? Please, hold on for now! Don’t keel over! You’ll be injured if you fall, and they rush toward us!”

Deirdre yanked on her collar, her face ashen. She could not breathe.

It was then that she heard an elevator ding. The door opened, and a new group of people poured out, this time herding the mob to carve a way out straight to Deirdre. Before the young woman could raise her head to see who her savior was, the man had enveloped her with his arms.

She was in so much pain that she could hardly react. But then she smelled him and, in shock, shoved him away. “No, Brendan! Don’t come near me. You mustn’t be here!”

Deirdre knew what was building up against her. Before any of this was settled, she would always be a murderer detested by the entire society. How could the leader of the Brighthall Group come to her aid? Just the thought of how much talk and commentaries it would generate online scared her!

Brendan, however, simply hugged her even more tightly. He covered every inch of her body with his large, strong arms, shielding her from any attack the world could throw at her.

“It’s okay, Dee. It’s all okay.” He breathed in her ear, firm yet gentle.

This was what it should have been. He should have stood beside her and shielded her from every trial and tribulation two years ago-or even before then. He remembered something similar that had happened before: in the hospital where Sterling Fuller had protected Deirdre from the media without a care about his safety.

Brendan was stunned. More importantly, though, he was jealous.

That should have been him. He should be the only man Deirdre would ever rely on.

Well… better late than never, right?

He smiled. “Finally, I’ve been waiting for this, a chance to be the one to protect you.”

Deirdre froze. She tried to summon strength into her limp, weak arm to push him away. “Are you insane? Do you know what that will do to you? The Brighthall Group is already trapped in a crisis of public opinion! What you’re doing is like adding fuel to the fire! If something happens to you, who else is there to help me!?”