Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 810 Hemorrhage

A sharp sting spread out from his heart to the rest of his innards. It hurt so much even his injury on the right arm paled in comparison.

"Alright. If you won't, then I won’t ask for it either."

He assented instead of demanding his request be met.

Deirdre’s eyelashes trembled. She was surprised to see him showing no anger. She was surprised he managed to calm himself and not make it an issue.

On the top floor of a hotel in Neve, a man knocked on the door of the luxury suite before reporting to a man standing in front of the floor-to- ceiling window.

Brendan Brighthall has left

was not sharp enough to notice things like that. I doubt he knew we bribed the operating doctor into introducing medicines that could make his injuries worse after the operation." 'Then

to be infected and deteriorate. His body will be done for." "Perfect." The man turned away and watched the unsuspecting crowd going about their days on the streets far below his window. "Still, the fact that he managed to escape our

another one of

Mrs. Engel's carefully-prepared chicken soup as the older woman glanced at the stairs. "Mr. Brighthall hasn't eaten anything since the afternoon, has he? And now,

right. Brendan had not eaten much today. He had

or if he was full from Deirdre's pasta. Either way, he

give him some,

she could enter the study, though, Sam suddenly clambered out of the door with bloodied bandages on his hand, shocking her. She tripped, and the bowl fell onto the floor

heard the commotion and ascended the stairs, asking, "What's wrong, Mrs. Engel?” "Nothing at all, Miss McKinnon! I accidentally knocked the soup over!" she cried out as she scanned the bandages on Sam's

the scent of blood in the air, too.