Chapter 102 Mr. Brighthall Doesn’t Want to See You
“Brendan? Brendan!”
Colors were drained off Deirdre’s face. She pounced at him, throwing her arms around his thigh the exact moment she understood what he meant. He was going to blame it on Sterling again!
“I-If you’re mad because Lena almost died, I… I can apologize for that! I will swallow those pills so I can suffer the same pain she’s undergoing right now! But please, stop taking your rage out on innocent people!”
“Innocent people?” Brendan scoffed. He lowered himself to her height and grabbed her by her jaw, examining her tears-stricken cheeks. “Here I thought you didn’t believe in concepts like leaving the innocent alone. Isn’t Lena innocent? Christ, Deirdre. You could have come clean with me. Things would have ended much sooner … much better. But you had to accuse her of doing something she didn’t do! You just had to lie to me!”
He rose apathetically and kicked her away. Deirdre’s head knocked on the side of the bed. She felt a buzzing shockwave coursing through her brain like a hive of disturbed bees. Still, with her one hand cupping the side of her head, she crawled after Brendan frantically.
“I didn’t do any of that! I didn’t lie!”
“You didn’t?” He stopped in his tracks so he could turn around and shoot Deirdre a disgusted glare. “Your accomplice confessed to your scheme out of guilt, McKinnon. But you’re surprisingly cold-hearted, aren’t you? You hardly seemed fazed! Or are you still trying to pretend you’re innocent?”
Accomplice? Who was that supposed to be?
Deirdre’s mind blanked. She stayed on the cold, hard tile floor, yet the chill did nothing for her frazzled mind. Brendan kept insisting that she lied to him, but about what? What was the lie supposed to be?
Sam pushed open the door and found her lying on the floor, her hand bleeding. He was instantly alarmed. “Miss McKinnon!” he said, hurrying toward her and helping.
He did not expect Brendan to be so violent.
Deirdre sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes transfixed on the floor unseeingly. Sam was about to summon the nurse when she pulled him by his hand. “Sam, can you tell me what exactly happened?”
He sighed and obliged. He spared no details, including the janitor’s statement.
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