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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 881
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Chapter 881 There Won’t Be A Next Time

Brendan held Deirdre even more tightly. "Dee... You're worried about me." "You... idiot!" Deirdre’s eyes felt warm.

God, she had to admit-being in his arms, by his side, made her feel so, so safe. But if the price of this safety was an

armageddon of a media firestorm, then she would rather not have any of it.

"I.. I am not worried about you! I'm just concerned about myself!"

He caressed her hair. "It’s okay. Don't be scared."

There was no sign of him letting go. He simply held her tightly against his chest.

His action ignited a stack of kerosene. The mob rioted.

"What the f*ck is this!? Mr. Brighthall, are you protecting a criminal in public!?" "So, the things people said on the

Internet about you were right! Deirdre McKinnon is your lover, so you're protecting her! How could you do this to

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Miss McKinsey!? This b*tch pushed her down the stairs to kill her, and you, the f*cking fiance, chose to side with the

criminal and protect her instead of helping your own fiancee!" "Oh, I get it! She’s here in the hospital instead of

appearing in the detainment center because of you! F*cking billionaire spitting on the law and order the rest of us

had to abide by just because he has some money and influence! What the f*ck do we need laws for if the Brighthall

Group over here is gonna sh*t all over it whenever it wants, huh!?" "F*ck you, Bright hall! Get out, Brighthal I!" "F*ck

you, Brighthall! Get out, BrighthalI!" "Get the f*ck out of Neve!"

The mob’s rage had risen to a fever pitch. The only reason they had not surrounded Brendan and Deirdre and

beaten them up was that Brendan had brought his security detail for crowd control.

Either way, the man himself said nothing as the mob continued to jeer and shout. They entered the elevator with

Deirdre in his arms and got to his car.

As soon as they got in, Shea began. "I'm sorry for what happened, sir. The tip came too late, and I failed to

recognize the imminent threat at the first golden minute. Because of my failure, Miss McKinnon almost got hurt."

Brendan did not even spare her a glance. "You'll get your punishment back in the organization." "Yes, sir."

Deirdre was cupping her abdomen and trying to grit through her agony.

After hearing their exchange, though, her eyes snapped open, and she said, "No! This has nothing to do with Shea!

It’s not her fault at all!"

She took a few breaths in. 'They came so suddenly... Nobody would have been able to know it was going to happen!

Then, when we realized something bad was going on, she immediately tried to help me, but my condition dragged

us both down. You can't punish her..."

Shea froze. "No, Miss McKinnon, it’s all my fault. If I could just be a little faster— No, I deserve it." 'That's enough!"

Brendan suddenly spoke up. "I get it. The two of you have become chums who are just gonna keep covering each

other while I'm the bad guy, right? Fine. Dee wants you to be forgiven this time, so I’ll grant her wish. But next

time... it won't be that easy." "Yes, sir!"

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Brendan considered Deirdre’s visage. Her lips were bloodless. She might not have made any sound, but her

trembling body made it clear that she was going through excruciating pain. He caressed the woman by her cheek

and said, "You okay? Hold steady... I'm bringing you home, and we'll have the doctor examine you." "O-Okay..." She

hardly had the strength to talk.

They reached the villa. There, after an examination, the doctor pronounced, "Don't worry, it’s psychosomatic. She

was too distressed, but it would be fine with some medicines. It's nothing serious, but... Miss McKinnon has never

had robust health, so I’ll suggest giving her a calming space that is

as free from stress as possible." 'Thank you very much."

The doctor stared at Brendan, bewildered. "No need to thank me. I'll send someone to purchase the required

medicine."

As soon as the doctor left, Mrs. Engel came in with a glass of warm water. She wiped tears from her eyes as she

passed the glass. "God, these people have gone too far! How could they treat a pregnant woman like this!? I'm just

glad that Mr. Brighthall managed to get to you in time before something happened..."