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-”

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

you solved the problem of the banquet? Would you like to come

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

Brighthall knew clearly that 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

that, Brendan went

to Deirdre. Her eyes were filled with

the lamp in Deirdre’s hand. "This is

Madame Brighthall from taking away the lamp. She remained calm

of the lamp on the carpet, and Deirdre was

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

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