"You are indeed this kind of woman. What can I say?" Brendan followed his will and said, "Deirdre, I've seen your cruelty before, and besides, even if you didn't kill my mother yourself, do you dare to deny that you have no part in it at all?"

Deirdre couldn't stop her body from becoming stiff. Brendan's words touched her sore spot. She never denied her responsibility for this, but Brendan's words made her out to be a vicious woman. In Brendan's mind, even if she was not a murderer, she would become a murderer.

Immediately, she was at a loss for words. Brendan refused to believe her anymore, so it was pointless for her to argue any longer.

"In that case, I have nothing to say. You go to your Emily. I can't take care of you," she said.

Brendan squinted when he saw Deirdre's upset look. "Are you jealous?"

Deirdre bit her lower lip fiercely. While Brendan had mixed feelings, he felt annoyed at the same time. She loved him, but she still killed Madame Brighthall.

He said sarcasticall