Chapter 274 Die, Brendan!
Deirdre did not answer but she continued talking about this topic. âYou took away the house where my mother was staying and let her be taken by some unknown psychiatric facility to be punished. She was 40 years old but she was forced to eat. rotten food and get beaten up. I had no choice but to submit myself after seeing how cruel you wereâ¦â
Brendanâs pupils constricted abruptly and he felt incredulous.
âHold on! What are you talking about? I did take back the house where your mother was residing but I never let her be taken by that psychiatric facility. Do you remember it wrong?â
âRemember it wrong?â Tears streamed down Deirdreâs face continuously.
The scene that had taken place a year ago had haunted her nightmares for countless nights. Her mother used to be a proud woman when she was young, yet she had been treated like an animal when she was sick because of Deirdre.
âBrendan made such a casual remark about me remembering it wrong⦠Would that turn back time and return everything to its previous state?â
Deirdre sobbed shakily, her eyes bloodshot. âThatâs right, I might be remembering wrong, but how is this related to whether I remember it correctly? Youâre so aloof and you have no regard for other people anyhow, so Iâm sure that you wouldnât have paid attention to a small trick you played in the past!â
âDeirdre!â Brendan furrowed his eyebrows tightly, and his expression was filled with intense anger. He was furious, not only because of Deirdreâs sarcasm, but also because of her unexpected attitude.
âWhat kind of nonsense are you talking about? I said I didnât do that, and that means I didnât do it. Do I still need to defend myself? I have absolutely no idea what the situation is at the psychiatric facility that you are talking about!â
âHow about the part when you promised that youâd take good care of my mother?â Deirdre was hysterical. She turned around, her expression distorted from agony while tears kept streaming down her face frantically. âHow about when you told me that my mother would live a good life if I agreed to be the scapegoat?â
Brendan was stunned. âWhat?â
However, before he could inquire further, he suddenly felt a piercing pain radiating. from his abdomen the next moment. Brendan lowered his head, only to discover that the knife in the womanâs hand had already been stabbed into his body. Blood was dripping down, and his mind went blank.
He saw the womanâs bloodshot eyes and watched every action of hers as if in slow motion until she stabbed half of the knife further into his body in a rage.
âDie, Brendan!â
Brendan staggered and stumbled backward, feeling the piercing pain spreading in his abdomen and stripping him of his strength. He leaned against the window and looked at Deirdre in confusion.
âDeirdre⦠Youâ¦â
His lips turned ghastly pale, and he was rendered incapable of completing his sentence. He watched the woman with bloodshot eyes as she held the knife, feeling as if she had turned into someone else.
Someone frantic.
They had still been cuddling so intimately yesterday night, lying on the same bedâ¦
Everything changed completely at that very moment.
It felt as if they were no longer a married couple but enemies. Brendan found the sight of the hatred, anger, and murderous intent in Deirdreâs expression obvious and hurtful.
âDeirdreâ¦â He took a deep breath, clutched her wrist, and said with great difficulty, âI didnât⦠I didnât put your mother in harmâs wayâ¦â
He suddenly realized that Maeveâs perfect disguise had failed the test of time anyhow. He realized that Deirdre had seen through the lie and found out the truth.
She had learned that Ophelia had jumped to death, and he figured that she was in agony.
âIâm sorryâ¦â
Deirdreâs gaze was frantic. âSorry? Will your apology resurrect her? The most worthless thing in the world is the word âsorryâ!â
She loathed the word and the way it was used to level everything so cruelly. She had been deceived, lied to, and regarded as a foolâ¦