“If I were to tell you that I was completely unaware of the things that happened to you in prison, would you still hate me so much?”

Brendan’s dark eyes glistened while his voice was tainted with drunkenness and hope.

It was as if he were hoping to hear an answer that he wanted from Deirdre.

“No.”

In the next moment, his enthusiasm was dampened by the woman’s cold tone.

Deirdre’s expression was filled with hatred. “If you did those things that hurt me because you hated me, I could only convince myself that I deserved what I got even if I couldn’t make sense of it. However, if you let me go through all those things when you weren’t even planning to hurt me, I will only hate you more.”

The woman’s remark sounded crystal clear and put Brendan’s eager heart down in the dumps.

He felt powerless. “You should sleep.”

He lowered his gaze and got up from the bed next to her before walking out of the room.

The room became quiet and empty instantly, leaving only the sound of the howl