Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 815

Chapter 815 Mauled by the Angry Crowd

“Shameless! Get back to prison! No, you should be executed! You need to pay with your life!” “Get back to prison! Get back to prison!”

Everyone shouted in chorus and started throwing stuff at Deirdre to vent their anger in the victim’s place.

Mrs. Engel hastily protected Deirdre under her arms and shouted, “Stop!

Stop it! She’s pregnant!” “Pregnant? A killer like her shouldn’t even be allowed to have a baby!”

“An apple won’t fall far from its tree! An evil criminal like her will only give birth to another murderer! She should get an abortion!” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

The passersby were indignant, throwing eggs and vegetables at her relentlessly. Some of them even grabbed her hair and started beating her.

This was the scene that Brendan saw when he arrived at the grocery store. His eyes became bloodshot as he charged into the grocery store.

“Get off her!”

Brendan pushed away those people who were beating Deirdre and protected her under his body. He ignored the pain on his shoulder and looked at Deirdre. After ascertaining that she was not injured, he let out a sigh of relief.

However, his expression was still dark. He blamed himself for not protecting Deirdre properly. If he hadn’t come sooner, these people would have beaten Deirdre, and it might have even hurt their baby.

“Let’s get out of here!” Brendan shielded Deirdre under his body as he moved forward.

However, there was a group of people surrounding them, and someone exclaimed,

“He’s Brendan Brighthall!” “It’s real! This woman is really a murderer! What a pair of lawless b*stards!” “Don’t let them get out of here! We need an explanation from Brighthall! We need to know why he is protecting a murderer!”

Everyone gathered around them and started to push Brendan.

Brendan bit his lips tightly, and his face was pale. When Mrs. Engel saw the blood on his shoulder, she shouted, “Mr. Brighthall!”

Deirdre’s finger trembled. When the smell of blood entered her nose, she knew that Brendan’s wound had opened up again.

At that moment, Sam arrived with the security guards and controlled those people.

Seizing his chance, Brendan and Deirdre entered the car with the people scolding them.

Brendan’s face was livid as he placed his hand on his shoulder wound.

Blood was trickling down his arm to his fingertips. The first thing he did was not to get someone to reapply the bandage. Instead, he turned around and asked Deirdre, “Are you alright?”

Even though they were in the car right now, Deirdre could still hear people calling her murderer from outside. She sat blankly, and it took her a while to come around to her senses. She turned her head and asked, “Do you think I’m alright?”

She did not really care about those people scolding and beating her. The thing that made her feel sad and powerless the most was the trumped-up charges they had pinned on her.

What’s more, the one who had caused all of this was asking her if she was alright? She had never felt so ridiculous in her life before.

“I’m sorry…” Brendan said with remorse. He forced down the unbearable stabbing pain that was skewering him and said, “Sam, let’s go to the hospital.”

None of them spoke throughout the entire journey. When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor brought Deirdre for a check-up. While Brendan was reapplying his bandage, he asked, “What happened?”

Sam’s face sank. “I was about to tell you about the things on the Internet, but you took the shortcut. I couldn’t drive through and didn’t make it.

“Anyway, someone exposed that Miss McKinnon has been in prison. They uploaded her photo on Facebook, hoping more people could know about it. They also told the world that Miss McKinnon was released from prison after running over someone.”

Brendan frowned. “Who did it?” ‘We’re still investigating it, but I have a feeling that they’re not coming after Miss McKinnon.”