Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 866

Chapter 866 How Am I Supposed to Believe You

Deirdre was astounded upon hearing that.

“What do you mean?” Soon, Deirdre calmed down and stared at Brendan’s outline with a disappointed gaze. ‘What sort of trick are you up to again, Brendan?”

Brendan was frustrated.

He had done way too many things that made it very difficult for Deirdre to trust him.

“I’m not. I know that you may find it hard to understand the situation, but I’m telling you the truth that Ophelia is still alive.”

Deirdre’s fingers twitched. “Brendan, what is the point of you making up this lie? My mother’s death is an established truth…. that both you and the police are well aware of. You would have told me from the start if she were still alive. How can you possibly be hiding it from me until now!?”

She was utterly disappointed. “How foolish do you think I am that I will believe in your lowly lie?”

Brendan heaved a sigh softly and clenched his fists so tightly from the discomfort of his body until his veins bulged up. However, he still wanted to look normal to Deirdre.

“Ophelia’s death was verified by me and the police back in those years indeed, but her corpse’s face was a mess from the fall. There was utterly no way to tell if it was her. Most importantly… it’s possible that she is being manipulated by someone now.”

Deirdre’s expression was one of confusion and overwhelming emotions.” What the h*ck… are you trying to say here?”

Brendan looked at the woman’s face with unprecedented gentleness.

“Deirdre, do you still remember what I told you before? I told you that I love you.” NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Deirdre felt her heart twitch in pain. Brendan continued. “Since I love you, why would I want to be with Charlene? Am I doing it to deceive you? Yet, why haven’t you thought about what’s the point of me deceiving you?

“If all I wanted was the child in your womb, I could just confine you to the house and force you to give birth to the child. I can use a multitude of ways to accomplish that, but I will never expound on your feelings. That is just not what I do, and you should know very well that I will never waste my time on unnecessary matters.”

Deirdre fell silent, and her breathing was ragged. Her hands that were pressed against her thighs were clenching subconsciously.

He was right.

She was puzzled by Brendan’s remark indeed.

If all Brendan wanted was the child, why would he care about the feelings of the child’s mother? He could have gotten her settled in the family mansion and waited until the child was born instead of being meticulous in every way. He was determined to be a good father.

“Charlene is threatening me with Ophelia.”

Deirdre raised her head abruptly.

Brendan’s lips were pale, but his dark eyes were ferocious as usual. “She knows that I’ve been utterly disappointed by her, so she is forcing me to be with her and marry her with your mother’s photo.

“Do you still remember when I got shot? I told you that I got it because of Tobey, but in truth, I wanted to go to the place where your mother was confined and see if I could stand a chance of getting her. Afterward, I was ambushed, so I came up with the idea to shoot myself in an attempt to force those people to reveal themselves.

‘This is everything that happened without any lies. I indeed love you, and you’re the only one I love.”

Deirdre’s mind was chaotic, and her entire body was burning upon hearing Brendan’s love profession.

Her train of thought was messy, and she only found her voice after a long time. “Why didn’t you tell me before then? You had plenty of chances when you were with me, yet why are you telling me this now? How am I supposed to believe you?”

Brendan kept quiet for a moment before he answered, “I’m sorry. It is because I still can’t confirm if the woman in Charlene’s captivity is the real Ophelia yet.”