The bodyguard was furious to be scolded so ferociously.
‘You haven’t even married Mr. Brighthall, yet you’re acting like you’re the woman of the house, putting on airs and reprimanding the subordinates. ‘
Nonetheless, he only had the courage to think about that. He braced himself to say, “Miss McKinney, we understand your intention. However, we don’t have the right to make decisions for Mr. Brighthall as his subordinates. Who are we to stop Mr. Brighthall from leaving if he wants to?”
“Are you incapable of calling me then?”
The bodyguard took a glance at Charlene without speaking. He looked like he was saying, “Not even God could do anything if He were here, let alone you.”
Charlene was exasperated and pointed at the door. “Get out!”
The bodyguards left in dejection and shut the door.
Charlene stayed in the room by herself and suddenly noticed not a trace of wrinkles could be found on the bed. It did not look like anyone had slept in the bed.
She walked forward, and just as her hand touched the bed, the door was opened.
Brendan stood at the door. His tall and strong body was bent forward ever so slightly because of the wound on his abdomen. His flawlessly handsome face was sickly and pale, and only his gaze was as cold as before. It was as if he had stopped smiling ever since Deirdre was gone.
Charlene approached him at once and said anxiously, “Where did you go, Brendan? You’re injured so severely. Why won’t you stay in bed? What if your condition were to deteriorate? What are we going to do?”
Brendan could not even be bothered to look up when he shoved away the woman’s approaching hands. “I went out to get some fresh air. Why did you make it sound like I’m dead?”
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