Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 47 I Want to See Brendan Brighthall!
Deirdre was on the verge of breaking down. She shoved the doctor away, but being blind, she tripped over the table leg and fell
forward.
Her bandage turned a deep shade of red. The doctor hurried toward her, alarmed , but Deirdre scrambled to her feet and hurtled
again, her pain forgotten.
The bodyguard quickly realized something was amiss. Yanking her by the arm, he cried, “What now?!”
Deirdre shrieked, “Let me go! Let me go right now! I want to go out!” “No way, princess!” came the thundering reply. The
bodyguard did not even frown, nor did he see the need to be gentler. “Mr. Brighthall has explicitly forbidden you to step outside
the house!” His force against Deirdre caused the wound on her neck to tear open again. Blood was pouring out... again. The
doctor panicked. “Pin her down and don’t let her move any more! If this keeps up, she’s gonna have to return to the operating
table!”
The bodyguards were immediately mobilized. One yanked her by the hair and pressed her against the table, pinning her arms
with his arm as though he was apprehending a
criminal. It did not matter if her dignity was compromised.
The force was so great that Deirdre thought her face was flattened. The doctor did not seem to care if she was in pain either; all
he cared about was how he would finally address her wound and stop the bleeding.
Her shoulders trembled, and she keened.
She could not understand why this was happening. He had stripped off so many of her human rights that she was living without
dignity. Even after quarantining her at home like livestock in a coop, Brendan still could not find it in him to spare Sterling any
more trouble?!
That man’s life was over! His dreams? His future? All gone! He would never be able to live in Neve without people looking down
on him. Nobody would trust him as a doctor anymore.
Her heart ached at the thought. She wished she could jump off a building right now. She wished she had died sooner. She
wished she had died in prison! Sterling would have never met her if she had. His life would have been fine!

“He promised! He promised he wouldn’t harm Sterling anymore! He promiseeeeeeed!” she shrieked.
“Oy, shut the f*ck up!” one of the bodyguards finally erupted. God, this woman was exhausting – especially when he had to look
at that sorry excuse of a face.
“Are you brain dead or what? If suicide is your goal,
princess, then jump in front of Mr. Brighthall! No one will have to stop you then! But now? Goddamn it, we’re all gonna die
because of your endless drama, ma’am! If Mr. Brighthall knew your wound had just reopened, do you think he’d let us get away
with it with just one scar? Hell, he would f*cking kill us!”
“For f*ck’s sake, it’s infuriating that an ugly dumb b*tch like you keeps causing all this drama. Honestly, what else can you do
other than be a pain in our *sses?!”
“Yo, we better stop! Remember last time? She played with a knife and cut her neck, and we lost half of our annual pay! If we piss
the princess off again, maybe she will really kill herself this time!”
The two continued their back-and-forth, their voices dripping with sarcasm and mockery. Any spirit she had in her eyes died, and
she cast her eyes down as her heart sank. The medical procedure was painful, but she felt numb.
She stopped struggling. “I want to see Brendan.”
“No way, damn it!” the bodyguard retorted as usual. “Mr. Brighthall is busy as hell, okay? He doesn’t have the luxury of time to
see you.”
Deirdre stared at him unseeingly. Busy as hell? Busy keeping Charlene’s company, maybe. Busy cuddling with her, even!
Sure. Why would a man known for his cavalier, devil-may -care attitude even give a damn about the innocent man whose life he
was ruining?
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling. “I want to see him. If you don’t let me, then... you will be watching me for 24
hours, because I am going on a hunger strike. I don’t care if it kills me. You are welcome to try me.” .
Brendan did return. He came two days after Deirdre stopped eating
She had refused any drips or supplements too. By the time Brendan saw her by the door, he noticed how gaunt she had become
within a month. Her sleeves were billowing, and her cheekbones were visible. She was curled into herself by the edge of the

bed, completely silent.
Pathetic.
And infuriating.