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-”

out suddenly. When he saw the caller on the

the banquet? Would you like to come over? Charlene

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 a form on her behalf and

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 just a minor injury. I'll

Brendan went

Madame Brighthall turned to Deirdre.

the lamp in Deirdre’s hand. "This is too dangerous.

Madame Brighthall from taking

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

to handle the wounds on Deirdre’s feet. Deirdre remained

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