“That’s not necessary.” Brendan took a deep breath and frowned. “It’s too troublesome. Besides, I’ve gotten a lot better after changing the bandages. I guess the wound opened when I moved around just now.”“But—”“Don’t worry about me,” Brendan said firmly, cutting her short. “Mrs. Engel, you’re free to go now.”Mrs. Engel had no other choice but to go ahead and clean up the mess.Deirdre was standing frozen stiff on the spot. She seemed rather lost. Just when she turned around, Brendan held her hand. “You have anything to ask me?” Brendan asked as he watched Deirdre fixedly. He could see that she had something to say to him. He brought her closer to him and continued. “If there’s anything you want to tell me, just say it out loud. Don’t keep it inside your heart. It’s not good for your health. You can ask me whatever you want.”The man's fingers were cold, and Deirdre did not know to put her feelings into words now. Perhaps she felt sorry for him since he had gotten injured b

“Really?” Brendan’s eyes lit up.Deirdre had never once smiled ever since she stepped foot into this mansion, and this was the first time she said she wanted to go out to get some fresh air. “I’ll come with you,” he said, his voice thick with exhilaration. Deirdre frowned. “Why do you want to come with us?”“I can help you to carry stuff. I can be the driver too.”Even Mrs. Engel could sense the submissiveness in Brendan's voice. He used to be a very powerful person in Neve. There was no way he would willingly become other people’s driver.Deirdre turned her head sideways and said, “That’s not necessary. Look at the wound on your shoulder. I doubt you’ll be able to hold anything right now, let alone carry some heavy stuff. We can walk there ourselves. We don’t need you to drive us there.”Brendan’s face sank. “I just don’t want you to leave my side, Deirdre.”Deirdre remained silent. She opened the door and bumped into Sam.Sam greeted her, and when he saw Brendan, he said

“Shameless! Get back to prison! No, you should be executed! You need to pay with your life!” “Get back to prison! Get back to prison!” Everyone shouted in chorus and started throwing stuff at Deirdre to vent their anger in the victim's place.Mrs. Engel hastily protected Deirdre under her arms and shouted, “Stop! Stop it! She’s pregnant!”“Pregnant? A killer like her shouldn’t even be allowed to have a baby!”“An apple won't fall far from its tree! An evil criminal like her will only give birth to another murderer! She should get an abortion!”The passersby were indignant, throwing eggs and vegetables at her relentlessly. Some of them even grabbed her hair and started beating her. This was the scene that Brendan saw when he arrived at the grocery store. His eyes became bloodshot as he charged into the grocery store.“Get off her!” Brendan pushed away those people who were beating Deirdre and protected her under his body. He ignored the pain on his shoulder and looked at De

Brendan’s heart was torn apart as he buried his head in the woman’s shoulder.He already had the answer in his heart.He could not do it. He could not afford to lose Deirdre again, even if it was only for a day. Only when Deirdre was around him did he feel he was alive as a living person, not as a walking corpse.“I’m sorry…”“Stop saying sorry to me. I’ve heard enough of it.”Deirdre pushed him away as she felt disgusted. Brendan grabbed her fingers. His eyes were red and filled with determination. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring an end to all of this. I promise you that what happened today won’t happen again.”“Bring an end to all of this?” Deirdre looked at him. “How are you going to end it? Are you going to tell everyone in Neve that Charlene was the one who ran that person over? Will you tell everyone that she’s the murderer and bring her to justice?” Brendan was stumped, and a mocking smile hopped onto the corner of Deirdre’s lips. She had expected his reaction.Brendan too

Everyone fell silent as Brendan scanned around the crowd with an oppressive gaze. The man who shouted just now did not make any noise anymore. Brendan glanced at Sam, and the latter nodded before leaving the crowd.Seizing the chance, a reporter asked, “Mr. Brighthall, you said the whole incident is pure slander, but why did we all see you leaving the grocery store with Charlene this morning? Could it be fake? There is no way that someone would fake a picture like that, right?”“If it isn't real, then who has the guts to defame the CEO of the Brighthall Group? Are they not worried about being sent to prison?”“Charlene had hit and killed someone. She should be serving her sentence in prison, but now she has appeared in front of everyone as if nothing has happened. All of us saw it with our own eyes. Do you think it's still fake?””Mr. Brighthall, is it because the Brighthall Group is so powerful in Neven that you think you can disregard the law or abuse the law to get your ex-wif