Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 139

Chapter 139 A Leopard Never Changes its Spots

“Bren!” Charlene sputtered and fled right into Brendan’s arms in terror. She gawked at Deirdre, fear widening her eyes as she yelped, “She’s gone crazy, Bren! She’s lost it and she is trying to kill me!”

Remnants from Deirdre’s chokehold were still etched around her neck, sore and stark. A little up ahead, Brendan could see tears flooding the corner of her eyes. The sight provoked something ugly within him.

Exasperation. He had only left Charlene alone for a while, but it had been enough time for this to happen. Had he been there one second sooner

He lunged, his fingers digging into Deirdre’s shoulders like talons, his strength so totalizing that it could crush bones. “Deirdre f*cking McKinnon! You’ll never f*cking learn, will you?! Even after all this punishment, you still can’t stop harming Lena!”

Deirdre’s tears rolled down her cheeks endlessly, wetting the floor. Her chest was aching so much that even breathing had become hard. She glowered at Brendan, her eyes beet red, and retorted, “What should I have learned, huh? She’s the Devil behind it all! She’s the Devil behind everything! She Must Die?”

The agony-the despair-in her eyes was so overwhelming that even Brendan was taken aback. He could not find even a sign that she was faking this. He quickly recovered from his shock with a frown, however, and demanded, “What do you mean behind everything?”

Charlene stepped in hastily. I don’t understand her either! She gave me my necklace a few minutes ago Then, instead of leaving, she started having this weird puzzling rant, rambling on about everything that should have been hers, and then and then suddenly, she started to choke me… Her voice quivered. Thank God you were here, Bren. I. I was so sure I was going to die?”

“Spare me that bullsh*t!” Deirdre erupted. Every breath she took felt like a knife making a gash across her bleeding heart. “Show us your phone, Charlene, if you even have the goddamned courage to do that, you snake! Show that video again, I dare you!”

Brendan’s expression darkened. “What video?”

Charlene shook her head violently with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know! I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miss McKinnon!”

“You’re lying! There’s a video of Bliss’ stomach being cut open right there on your phone! You filmed it just to show it to me-to torment me! And now you’re playing dumb again?!”

Brendan’s eyes turned stormy. He extended his hand toward Charlene and ordered, “Give me your phone.”

“B-Bren?” Charlene murmured, startled. Her pupils seemed to constrict. “You… don’t trust me?”

Brendan softened his tone. “No, I trust you… Which is why I need you to hand me your phone. I want Deirdre to be proven wrong, without a shadow of a doubt, about all of this! Give me your phone.”

Charlene handed her phone to him. He began to search her media files but he did not find even a single video stored-let alone a video depicting Bliss’ torture.

Brendan’s heart turned into steel. “When will you finally f*cking stop slandering Lena?!” he yelled. “Do you treat your blindness as some get-out-of-jail card? Do you think your disability puts you above basic decency?!”

He loomed over her and cupped Deirdre’s jaw with force. “There isn’t a single video on Lena’s phone!” he snarled. “Not even one!”

Deirdre’s face turned white. “That’s impossible!” she choked. She had heard it with her own ears! “W- What about her recordings? Then it’s got to be an audio recording!”

“Enough!” Brendan bellowed. He chucked her away from him as though he was disgusted, and Deirdre lost her footing and crashed down on the floor. She knocked into one of the stools nearby and panted in pain.

Brendan shot her a frigid glare, as though he was looking at a disgusting, wretched schemer who just. could not stop sinking lower. “How many times have I warned you, Deirdre? How. Many. Times?! You just won’t stop! You thought I’d be helpless against you now that Sterling’s gone, did you?!

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The man in question peered inside the room-and immediately knew what must have gone down.

“Take her back to the mansion and lock her in her room! She’s not to be given food unless I explicitly. state so!” Brendan ordered. “When Charlene’s birthday party is over, I’ll come back and teach her a

memorable lesson.”

Upon saying that, Brendan took Charlene with him and left.

Deirdre shivered. Any pain her body felt paled compared to the agony in her wringing heart.