Chapter 90 His Enthusiasm Was for Nothing

Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. Sam pinched her lower jaw to pry open her mouth forcefully in order to prevent her from biting herself. “Don’t hurt yourself, Ms. McKinnon. Mr. Brighthall is going to feel sorry for you if he sees this.” ‘Feel sorry?’ Deirdre burst out laughing. She had assumed that Brendan had perhaps realized his error when he had stood in front of the family mansion. In truth, he had done it so that he could torment her more easily. How could a person like him feel sorry for her? If he had felt sorry for her, would he have done nothing when her face had been cruelly destroyed, when her child had been aborted, and when she had been bullied in prison? He had been a cold, heartless devil all this time. Deirdre shut her eyes and felt intense fatigue overpowering her entire body. She had felt like her world was dark for a moment. Now, it felt as if she had found something that she’d thought was hope in the darkness, only to find that her hands were covered in