Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 29

Chapter 29 You Detest Me Just As Much, Don’t You?

Malice poured out of Brendan’s eyes. He looked less like a man and more like a monster braying for blood. “I let you off the hook, Sterling! How dare you spit on my goodwill! How f*cking dare you take my woman?!”

Pain burned Sterling’s cheek, but it did nothing to hold him back. He snickered. “Your woman? Oh, I see! Being forced to do someone else’s time for a crime she didn’t commit is a perk of being your woman, huh? Being dehumanized as your means of entertainment is also the sort of thing your woman’ should do, right? God, is it just me, or is being ‘your woman’ the cruelest torment anyone could ever suffer?”

Brendan’s eyes turned bloodshot. He then attacked again.

Sterling was no match for him in a fight, but he did not let that stop him from putting up a fight.

Everyone else in the room, including Deirdre, was too aghast to react. She had to stop Sterling from angering Brendan even further. After all, it would be all too easy for

someone as obscenely powerful as Brendan to ruin Sterling’s career as a doctor forever!

“Stop! Please, stop fighting!” she yelled powerlessly. She could not see anything-she could only hear the sounds of fists connecting with flesh. She seized one of them and lurched, then

She felt pain. Right on her face. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Her ears rang, and she felt gravity calling to her from behind and fell.

Her face swole up, and even the simple act of breathing hurt.

Sterling’s eyes turned red. “Dee!”

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Brendan shoved the man away and pulled her into his arms. He shot everyone in the family an icy glare and said angrily, “All of you sicken me. I get that he’s just a bastard son, but god, does this savage even have any manners?! Jesus, train your son like a dog if you have to! Give him some lessons!”

After saying that, he stormed off. Before she was

forcefully dragged out of the house, Deirdre’s recovering ears vaguely heard Richard lambasting Sterling. She curled into herself and muttered, “No, Sterling’s injuries … He needs to… get them treated…”

Brendan brusquely shoved her to the passenger’s seat. He loomed over her, fury burning in his chest, and grabbed her by her shoulders in a tight hold. “Are you suicidal, Deirdre? Your face is swollen, for f*ck’s sake! Why do you still care about him?! Why is he so important to you?!”

He was hysterical. The only reason he had not rushed back inside the Fullers’ residence to beat the living crap out of Sterling was because Deirdre’s injury seemed so critical.

The young woman shivered. His voice was really loud, and her ears were beginning to ring again. She took a deep breath and slumped against the back of the seat.

A while later, her ears stopped ringing and she cast her eyes down. “He saved me, Brendan. I was left with nothing. I was abandoned. Alone. At that moment of need, he saved me. He is my hero.”

“What a f*cking hero he is! If it wasn’t for him, how the

hell would you have ended up in this state!”

Deirdre turned her face away from him and said nothing.

Brendan pressed his lips together and stomped on the accelerator . The car whirred into life, and she panicked.

“Where are you taking me?” she cried.

He frowned. “To the goddamned hospital! You look like a goddamned bulldog right now, okay? What if you have a concussion?”

“No! I’m not going to the hospital!” She remembered how those people had demanded answers from her. The trauma was still eating away at her. “I’m fine. I don’t need to see a doctor.”

The car screeched to a stop.

“Why the hell not? Why the f*cking hell not?! What the hell are you going to do, huh? Go back there and nurse Sterling back to f*cking health? Let him put himself inside you again?!” Brendan erupted. “Are you blind? Didn’t you see just how repulsed the Fullers were by you? They hate you. You disgust them! You really think you

could make them warm up to you by acting like a saint and being on their beck and call?”

Deirdre’s lips paled. She had not seen it, yes, but she had felt the family’s contempt just fine. Even so… why did Brendan have to put it so bluntly? Why could he not mince his words? He acted like she was not a fellow human being who could feel pain.

“You’re right. Damn right! I couldn’t see anything because I’m just a blind woman!” she retorted in a shaky voice. She took a deep breath and raised her head in defiance. “Besides, what’s the difference between serving them and serving you? They detest me-and so do you!”