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

tone sounded serious. "Have you solved the problem of the banquet? Would you like to come over?

the call and was prepared to depart. His 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, and I'll have to check it out. I may have to sign

Brendan had to go, but she 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

Brendan

turned to Deirdre. Her eyes

She reached out for the lamp in Deirdre’s hand. "This is too dangerous.

Brighthall from taking

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

clean the carpet and a doctor to handle the wounds

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