Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 880 Let Me Be The One To Protect You "You should be detained in a cell awaiting your sentence for suspicion of murder, right? So, why are you here in the hospital? And who is that young woman with you?" "Deirdre McKinnon, why are you panicking? You're not thinking about running away, right?!" "How dare you hide in the comforts of a hospital instead of facing your trials? What kind of world have we come to when a snake-hearted woman like you can evade justice? Not admitting to your guilt is bad, but trying to run away from tough questions? Honestly, McKinnon, did you really think having your billionaire lover shielding you makes you above accountability!?" "Go to h*ll, murderer!" "F*cking wh*re, stealing another woman's man and trying to murder her to get her out of the way! H*ll has a special place for you, b*tch!”

Their commentaries started becoming more and more inflammatory. At one point, someone even started getting physical and shoved Deirdre as hard as they could. The force knocked her footing awry, and she careened toward the wall.

"Miss McKinnon!" cried Shea. She reached out, caught her in her arm as quickly as she could, and held her steady. "Are you okay?"

Deirdre's face was as white as a sheet. She shook her head.

"Get out of the way, godd*mnit!" Shea roared at the stampede. "Get the h*ll out!"

Unfortunately, a new influx of bystanders joined in on the chaos-all of them were feeling righteous fury. They formed a wall around Deirdre, determined to stop her from fleeing, and two of them even breached the ring.

f*ck you, the cops are coming to

and took away her air. She began to feel suffocated just as a sharp sting flared on her abdomen. The world was beginning to spin, and she felt a dizzy spell. Her knees turned weak and began to bend-she

sandwiched between unrelenting people, none of her bodyguarding skills had a chance. "Miss McKinnon, are you okay? Please, hold

her collar, her face ashen. She could not

that she heard an elevator ding. The door opened, and a new group of people poured out, this time herding the mob to carve a way out straight to Deirdre. Before the young woman could raise her head

she smelled him

was building up against her. Before any of this was settled, she would always be a murderer detested by the entire society. How could the leader of the Brighthall Group come to her aid? Just the thought of

her body with his large, strong arms,

okay." He breathed in her ear, firm