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-”

suddenly. When he saw the caller on the screen,

of the banquet? Would you

action pulled up short Madame Brighthall for a moment. Following that, she hurriedly asked, "Where are you going? Bren, we'll have to stop your arm from continuous bleeding and have it bandaged first!" "Lena's condition doesn’t seem good,

about your arm?" "It's not a big deal," said Brendan as he took a glance at the wound, the lamp,

Brendan went

Brighthall turned to Deirdre. Her eyes were filled with

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

taking away the lamp.

lamp on the carpet, and Deirdre was bleeding because she had stepped

doctor to handle the wounds

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