Chapter 860 You Don't Blame Me?

With a loud noise, the cover of the lamp shattered on the ground.

Slowly, Brendan put down his arm, which had a long and narrow cut on it. Blood gushed out, but he didn't even frown. He was merely stunned.

For Deirdre to really attack him, she must really hate him.

He even believed that Deirdre would push him down the balcony, just like how she had pushed Charlene if she were powerful enough.

Madame Brighthall rushed upstairs toward them. When she saw Brendan's bleeding arm at the door, she was startled for a moment and hurriedly went forward.

'W-What's wrong? Deirdre... Brendan... What-”

the caller on the screen, he accepted it with his uninjured

the banquet? Would you like to come over? Charlene is-" "Okay, I'll be there

we'll have to stop your arm from

couldn't help worrying. "What about your arm?" "It's not a big deal," said Brendan as he took a glance at the wound, the lamp, and the woman filled with intense hatred. "It's just a

Brendan went off

left, Madame Brighthall turned to Deirdre. Her eyes were

reached out for the lamp in Deirdre’s hand. "This is too dangerous. Can you please give it to

Brighthall from taking away the

Brighthall saw the shattered glass of the lamp on the carpet, and Deirdre

clean the carpet and a doctor to

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