Chapter 95 Would It Kill You to Stop Vilifying Her H ââ¦I forgot. I believe that I burned myself accidentally when I was drinking warm water.â
âYouâre lying!â Brendan tightened his grip over her lower jaw. He knew Deirdre so well that he knew she would lower her head subconsciously to avoid him every time she lied. âIf you donât tell the truth, donât blame me for holding Sam accountable.â
Deirdre took a deep breath, shut her eyes, then opened them again. âCharlene did it. Are you satisfied?â
Brendan assumed a disgusted expression as soon as she said it. âDeirdre, you must know your limits when youâre trying to frame someone! Charlene was with me all day long on the 19th, so how could she have hurt you! Would it kill you to stop vilifying Charlene?â
âHere we go again.â
Deirdre wanted to laugh. He had done everything he could to force her to tell the truth but he refused to believe her when she told the truth. In that case, what was the point of her being honest?
âThis is the answer youâll get if you donât want me to lie. Thereâs nothing that I can do if you donât believe me.â
âAlright! You claim that it was Charlene who hurt you, so how did she hurt you?â Brendan sneered. He would like to find out how far Deirdreâs ability to spin lies could Deirdre pursed her lips tightly. âWith her nails. Her nails dug into me when she squeezed my hand.â
âThatâs enough!â At that very moment, Brendan could not bring himself to listen anymore. âDeirdre, Sam was still backing you up earlier. He claimed that you attacked Charlene that night, possibly due to some unspoken difficulties. Based on what I see now, you will never change for the better and youâre still as malicious as youâve always been! How can I believe you when you tell me that she dug her nails. into your hand? Aside from Charleneâs kind temperament and the fact that she would never do something like that, could a puncture wound be so serious? Do you think that youâre made of paper or something!â
Deirdreâs entire body turned cold when she was scolded by Brendan. It was fortunate that she was already used to Brendan taking Charleneâs side. Hence, she did not feel sad or surprised.
âHmm, youâre right. I will never change for the better, and Iâm still extremely malicious. Iâm sorry for disappointing you.â
Brendan flung away her hand, and the impact pushed her to the edge of the bed. Her wounded hand hit the side of the bed, her face turning ghastly from pain.
Brendan sneered. âYouâre really good at faking things. You could have considered working in the entertainment industry if your face was not disfigured.â
Deirdreâs eyes reddened with tears from the pain but also due to Brendanâs humiliation.
âIâm tired. Please leave, Mr. Brighthall.â Her voice was hoarse and filled with fatigue. She turned and lay on the bed once again.
Brendan was furious. He grabbed her by her shoulder strongly and forced her to turn. over. âYouâre tired? I think that youâre embarrassed by your failed attempt to frame someoneâ¦â
Before his voice died away, Brendan was stunned. The womanâs face was drenched in tears, as reflected in his dark eyes.
Brendanâs entire body turned stiff, and his mind went blank. Deirdre said shakily, âAm I not human, Brendan? Will you stop humiliating me if I die? What have I done to deserve this?â
She was not hysterical, yet her demeanor broke Brendanâs arrogant wall. He could not utter a word and he loosened his grip over Deirdreâs shoulders before he turned around and left.
He closed the door yet he could not stop thinking about Deirdreâs expression.
âWhy is she crying so sadly in despair? It is obviously her fault for slandering someone. She is the one to blame. Would she have been reduced to this state if she had been sensible in a delicate situation?â
He sat down on a chair on the side. After a while, a nurse walked over with a trolley and greeted Brendan. She was about to change Deirdreâs dressing in her room.
Brendan remembered something and raised his head abruptly, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. âWhatâs going on with all of you? The patientâs hand is fine, yet you wrapped her hand in gauze. Are you helping that tyrant deceive others with her wound?â