Deirdre remembered. She remembered all of them, and now she returned every single insult he had hurled at her back at him.

Brendan had never, in his life, felt more stung by karma. All of the sh*tty things he had said in the past came back to stab him in his chest, drawing blood.

He opened his mouth. “I…”

Nothing remotely good came out. In the end, he clenched his hands and ended pathetically, “If that’s what you think, so be it.”

Explaining himself ceased to be meaningful. He could sense an unprecedented deluge of disgust and hatred from Deirdre. It was like a vortex sucking in any remnant of his strength, and suddenly, he found himself too feeble to say anything more.

“So be it?” Deirdre lowered her head. Something seemed to flicker in her eyes. She exhaled a long breath. “Good.”

The room was drowned in frosty silence.

After some time, Brendan spoke. “I talked to the receptionist. Just give her the number, and someone will call him for you.”

“Thank you.”

Deirdre marched o