Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 152

Chapter 152 Cook Something for Miss McKinnon

Deirdre could not see Charlene but could hear Charlene’s arrogance and also pride in her tone.

‘It seems that Charlene has been waiting for me to come for a long time.”

Deirdre inhaled a deep breath. Her self-respect refused to let her enemy defeat her.

Yet at the thought of Sam…

She smiled in defeat. ‘Who am I to deserve self-respect…”

“Miss McKinney, I’m here to seek your forgiveness.” Deirdre raised her head, her gaze empty. “A person of great moral stature does not remember the offenses committed by one of low moral stature… Please don’t be offended by a person of low moral stature like me.”

Charlene smiled. “You’re too courteous, Miss McKinnon. Why would I make things difficult for you when we’re both women? It’s only that I’m in a bad mood because of that incident.”

She insinuated, “How about this, Miss McKinnon? You help me with something, and I won’t make a fuss. with you if I’m pleased with the result. How about that?”

Deirdre was surprised by how gentle Charlene was. ‘Can Charlene actually be so kind?”

The next moment, she was disappointed immediately.

“Take Miss McKinnon to the backyard and have her hand wash my clothes.”

“Wash clothes by hand in the midst of winter and also in the open-air backyard?

“Do you have any objections, Miss McKinnon?”

Deirdre clenched her teeth tightly. How could she not know that Charlene was tormenting her on purpose?

It was Brendan’s goal as well.

‘It was to torment me.’

Deirdre shook her head. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

Charlene was escorted to her meal time while a servant led Deirdre to the backyard and stuffed numerous clothes in her arms.

“Be dextrous! Hand wash these clothes, but if you have the audacity to do anything crafty, I’ll tell Miss McKinney!”

Deirdre fixed her attention on washing the laundry. The water in the winter was icy cold, and half of her arms turned numb as soon as she dipped her arms into the water.

She braced herself to agitate the laundry, but her hands were numb from the cold wind. The servant sat by the side with her legs crossed and felt furious that she had to stay outdoors in the midst of winter because of this woman.

“I told you to be dextrous. Are you deaf?” The servant got up and threw a kick at Deirdre.

Deirdre stabilized her body with great effort and raised her head to look at the servant coldly. Even though her eyes were empty yet out of focus, her expression was tainted with a tinge of ferocity. The servant felt fearful for no apparent reason upon meeting Deirdre’s eyes. “What… What are you doing? How dare you glare at me when it’s your fault for not being dextrous enough? Who do you think you are!” The servant was furious. Deirdre wiped away the water on her face, got up, and filled up a bucket of water

again.

Her arms were unbearably sore from filling water too many times. On the other hand, Deirdre’s hands were covered in blood streaks from pulling the rope tied to the bucket. Combined with the cold water’s stimulation, Deirdre’s hands were more painful than getting chili in her wounds.

The servant seized the opportunity to pour laundry detergent on Deirdre’s bloody hands and cracked an arrogant smile while she scolded, “Hey! Do you even know how to do laundry? How are you going to get the laundry clean without using laundry detergent?”

“Gah!”

Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears instantly, and she shoved her hands into the cold water with all her might, yet the pain still pierced into her palms over and over again like sharp knives.

‘That hurts so much…”

Her entire body was trembling violently, with cold sweat streaming down her face. The servant was only. pleased by Deirdre’s reaction. After leaving the laundry detergent behind, she headed to the courtyard to hide from the wind

Deirdre only recovered from the pain after washing her hands in clean water She gnashed her teeth and braced herself to continue doing the laundry

Her hands were already senseless when it all ended

She carried the clean laundry to the living room and found that Charlene had already begun consuming her meal with a few servants attending to her needs. She watched as Deirdre returned with frost- ridden, reddened hands and felt pleased in her heart but heaved a sigh

“Miss McKinney, I was initially planning on sending you home earlier, yet you work too slowly She tutted and said, “You’ve only done washing the laundry after more than three hours, so there’s no time left to dry the laundry anymore. What are the servants going to wear tomorrow?”

Deirdre clasped her frozen fingers together and kept her head lowered. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s useless for you to say sorry to me. We’ll just have to see if my servants accept your apology.” Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Standing behind Charlene was the servant who had kept Deirdre company in the cold wind earlier. She had already grown eager to complain, so she immediately said, “Miss McKinney, I don’t accept the woman’s apology. It’s fine that she was slow in washing the laundry, but she didn’t even wash the clothes clean.”

She pulled out a piece of clothing from the basin and scolded, “You live up to your reputation of being at blind person. You didn’t even see the dirty spots on the clothing, and you didn’t manage to wash it cleanly. You washed the clothes in vain, and we’re going to have to wash everything again!”

“That’s impossible!” Deirdre ensured that she washed every piece of garment cleanly.

“How is that impossible?” The servant sniggered and said in a mocking tone, “Can’t you see how dirty it is? There’s a dirty, dark patch over here. How can anyone wear this?”

Deirdre’s fingers were icy cold. She could not see if the clothing was dirty, but the person blamed her for being blind and could not see the dirtiness.

Charlene beamed widely and cast a satisfied look at the servant. She heaved a sigh. “Miss McKinnon, it seems that you didn’t do a very good job. What should we do about that, huh?”

Deirdre inhaled a deep breath. Her hands were senseless from the extreme cold, but her body warmed up after returning indoors. Her hands began to hurt violently all of a sudden, and she was sweating

from the

pain.

At the same time, her stomach had already begun to hurt indistinctly.

Deirdre realized that she had not eaten anything for a whole day.

She placed her hand on her stomach, and her face turned ghastly pale from the pain, her head growing dizzy.

Charlene said, “Yikes. What’s going on, Miss McKinnon? Why is your face pale when you’ve just washed a piece of garment or two? You’re not going to blame it on me, right?”

Deirdre’s lips were trembling, and she suppressed her shaky voice when she said, “No. My stomach is not feeling so well after not eating anything for a long time…”

“So you’re having gastritis, huh?” Charlene smiled casually and cast a glance at her servant. “I’m not a merciless person. I’m really sorry for making you work for me without eating, Miss McKinnon. Greenlee, go to the kitchen and cook something for Miss McKinnon.”