Chapter 17 He’s Dead, Just as You Wished

“Don’t move! Do you want the entire back of your hand to swell up?” Brendan furrowed his eyebrows, took a step forward, and clutched her wrist.

Deirdre wanted to struggle free, but Brendan immediately said, “Don’t blame me for doing something to you if you insist on moving!”

She was confused, as she had already lost everything she had.

‘What else does he want from me when I already lost my face, the one that looked similar to Charlene’s?’

Brendan clenched his fists tightly and said in a cold, mocking tone, “Deirdre, you should check your reflection in the mirror. Did you really think that I’d still want to bother you? I’m only doing this to find my child. I would like to meet him and introduce him to my family. I promise that I won’t lay eyes on you even once from now on if you hand him over to me!”

“Find your child?” Deirdre felt her entire body shivering.

child crying despite knowing that he had already turned into mush. He had died in prison, just

the other hand, the culprit, the cause of everything, is shamelessly

‘What a… joke!

her chin. “Why are you

she would have been deeply disgusted had she been able to see

torment me. There’s no need to play tricks on me.

was stunned for a moment upon

a beat. He

I mean?” Deirdre clutched the blanket and roared softly while she sobbed. “He’s dead! He’s dead, just as you wished! I didn’t even manage to see what he looked like before he was gone! Are you pleased to

felt as if someone had thrown a wet blanket on him. He now understood the situation but he forced himself to sneer. “Dead? Deirdre, do

the door on her, Brendan left faster than someone running for his life. He breathed heavily

there was none. The child had not shown up since Deirdre and

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