Chapter 30 You Brought This Upon Yourself

“Detest you? Who detests you?”

“Who?” Deirdre almost burst into laughter. “Do you have even half of Sterling’s courage? Enough courage to take me out there? Introduce me to everyone? Do you even have the guts to tell the world my name-my real name?”

Brendan froze. Of course he did not. Deirdre already knew his answer and answered herself, “No. You don’t.”

A mocking sneer surfaced on her features, pulling Brendan out of his stupor. He clutched the steering wheel tightly, his tone disbelieving. “How dare you, McKinnon?! How dare you compare me to a bastard child not recognized even by his own family?! Do you know just how-how different the two of us are?! Do you really think he would have a blind woman as his girlfriend if he were me? Pfft! He wouldn’t even have the balls to admit that you’re his woman!”

Brendan did not put much thought into his words, but they came out like a knife stabbing deep into Deirdre’s

chest.

She was a blind woman who would never be recognized as anyone’s woman in public. That was Brendan’s opinion of her.

Deirdre laughed so hard tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Oh my god, where are my manners! Having the great, esteemed Mr. Brighthall drive a blind woman like me to the Fullers must take a lot of effort and time. I shouldn’t impose!”

I get that you’re blind, but that doesn’t mean a part of your brain died with your eyesight, right? It’s the

arrogance in his voice made Deirdre

have happened to you if you had done what I said,” he added. “Get it through your skull, Deirdre-you brought

so hard that her

that she would have seen only darkness even if her sight had been back. Oh, sure! The fact that Brendan had shown up with her at the Fullers’ residence had been the biggest honor

did she even

resigned to leaning against the back of her chair, too tired to

to take Deirdre to the state hospital for treatment. According to the doctor’s prognosis, her bruise was fairly minor and required only some

Brendan listened to the doctor’s explanation, he glimpsed

They were so hollow.

and animated. As the saying went, the eyes are the windows to one’s soul, and they had been the

eyes used to always be filled with color and light whenever she was looking at him. It did not matter how hard he had tried to push her away, the light in her eyes had never

her eyes too? Is there something we can do about her sight?”

Deirdre’s fingertips quivered.

there was a deep

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