“Sterling, it’s your fault that this happened. If you intervene again, won’t it make Mr. Brighthall even more furious? Mr. Brighthall loves Ms. McKinnon so much that he definitely won’t hurt her! But the result would be different if you got involved and enraged him!”

Sterling looked tense, and he watched them leave while clenching his fists.

Brendan threw Deirdre on the bed, and Deirdre felt so furious that she hit and kicked him back with all her strength.

“You lunatic! Other than dominating and controlling others, what else can you do? You just want to turn others into your puppets! Is that what makes you happy? You are still the same person you were before, selfish and never changing! Why did I believe you could change? If I could, I wouldn’t even want to conceive your child. I hate you!”

Deirdre’s words were like piercing needles in Brendan’s skin. Her hatred was like a knife cutting into his flesh.

He wanted to shut her up, so he leaned in and used his thin lips to cover Deir