Brendan was so infuriated that his eyes turned beet red. He had never been relegated to second place by a woman before. He had never felt this way before!

“Is that how important that son of a b*tch is to you?! You’re acting as if you’ll die if you aren’t with him!”

Deirdre clenched her hands into fists. The way the maid had spoken—combined with how inferiorly he was treated in his own family—implied that he had suffered some serious bodily harm. And yet, Brendan did not give a d*mn about his suffering!

He had always been like this! He’d always treated everyone else’s lives as insignificant and expendable!

His apathy infuriated Deirdre. “You’re damn right, Brendan! I’ll die if I’m not with him! There, I said it! But what’s your excuse? You promised me, but did you do what you said you would?!”

“McKinnon!” Brendan growled and tightened his hold around her arms. His blood was boiling. “You just keep testing my patience, don’t you? Do you know how easy it would be for me to make the