With a loud noise, the cover of the lamp shattered on the ground.

Slowly, Brendan put down his arm, which had a long and narrow cut on it. Blood gushed out, but he didn’t even frown. He was merely stunned.

For Deirdre to really attack him, she must really hate him.

He even believed that Deirdre would push him down the balcony, just like how she had pushed Charlene if she were powerful enough.

Madame Brighthall rushed upstairs toward them. When she saw Brendan’s bleeding arm at the door, she