Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 874



Chapter 874

Chapter 874 You Can’t Take Her Away!

The sight stung Brendan in the eyes like thorns. Murderous air began to pool around

him like the onset of a nuclear explosion. He slammed his hand against the bars,

thundering, “What the h*ll am I seeing!?”

The warden’s face turned as white as a sheet. He knew all too well what this wasbullying between inmates. What he did not expect was Brendan catching it right when

it happened.

His hoarse commotion woke the inmates. When they saw who it was, their minds

turned blank. They had no idea that a man whose very status would equate him to a

modern-day prince would deign himself to visit a dirty cell in a detainment facility!

“M-Mr. Brighthall! W-Why are you here? N-No, this is a misunderstanding! It’s all Miss

McKinnon’s idea! She found us filthy and decided to sleep in her own clean little

corner instead of huddling with our grime. She said it herself! The corner’s clean, she

said!” “Exactly! She’s the one w-who’s ostracizing us! Thus, we chose not to force her

against her wish!”

Their desperate ruckus to clean themselves off suspicion woke Deirdre. She stirred

and groggily listened to their defenses for a while before looking ahead. There, she

saw a familiar figure in her blurry sight.

Her heart seemed to stop beating for a second. ‘Is that… Brendan!?

‘But why is he here!? He was supposed to have left!’ “Shut the f*ck up!” growled

Brendan, his features twisting into a horrifying grimace.

Sheer wrath had consumed his reason-he had to grit his teeth just to stop himself

from being a monster. He stepped inside the cell, intending to bring Deirdre out of it.

Before he could grab her wrist, though, he saw the bruises.

“What the f*ck!?” He exhaled and yanked her sleeve back.

Her entire arm was filled with blue-black bruises. Against her porcelain skin, they

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The rest of the inmates panicked. “T-That’s-”

Any excuses they could come up with seemed futile by this point.

Brendan turned to the warden, his eyes steely. “I trust that you people know what to

do about this.”

The warden felt cold sweat oozing out of his spine and nodded. “O-Of course! How

dare they do this in a place of law and order, like a police station!? We’ll immediately

begin an investigation to see who’s responsible.” “Investigation? Who’s responsible?”

Brendan scanned the crowd and broke out a laugh.

Everyone shivered in fear.

Wordlessly, Brendan carried Deirdre into his arms and started toward the door.

“Mr. Brighthall!” The warden and his colleague began to crowd around. ” You can’t

take her out like that!”

Brendan’s eyes were as cold as icicles. “I can’t? Do you have any idea how much

trouble your entire station will be in if I bring this up for legal scrutiny? A pregnant

woman, innocent before an official charge, was being abused while she was detained

in your station under your watch. Can you really see yourself getting out of this sh*t

alive?”

Everyone froze and exchanged glances.

“If something were to happen to her, none of you, I mean not a single one of you,

would be able to handle the responsibility. I’m just bringing her to the hospital to

receive the medical care she deserves. If you’re worried about my intention, then go

ahead and get one of your people to tag along!”

With that, he strode back out to the hall and to the parking lot, his steps frantic but

stable. The popped veins crawling around his arms were proof that he was doing his

best to contain the raging beast inside him.

“B-Brendan…”

Deirdre curled into herself even more. The man’s arms were strong, firm…

safe. She felt the safest as she had ever been. And yet, she was worried. If word of

Brendan forcibly taking her out of the detainment center got out, only more troubles

would follow.

“B-Brendan, put me down… I’m okay, really…”

Brendan’s breathing became even more labored. The flames of his rage were

threatening to pour out of his every pore.

He set her down on the passenger’s seat, tipped her chin up, and kissed her supple

lips hard.

It hurt enough that Deirdre froze.

Brendan took a deep breath. “When are you finally going to learn to protect yourself,

Deirdre? When are you finally going to trust me a little more?”

He was infuriated, but it was more than just because she was being bullied.

It was because she was still thinking about hiding her pain from him despite the abuse

she had suffered.


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