Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 166

Chapter 166 Miss McKinnon Made It All Up!

Deirdre knew what he really meant: a chance to create doubt against his conclusions.

Brendan turned on his heel and marched up the stairs while she clambered a little at his force. Gritting her teeth, she finally snapped, “So you’re not interested in the truth behind Bliss’ death! You don’t give a sh *t even if what I’m about to say concerns Charlene! Is that it?!”

Just as she had expected, the bastard stopped dead in his tracks. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Deirdre was this close to laughing aloud at his absurdity.

Brendan’s brows were furrowed. He was practically glowering when he shot daggers at her. “What did you just say?”

Deirdre enunciated her every word as she announced, “The homeless man who killed Bliss was controlled by the woman standing right next to you!”

Charlene stared at Deirdre in shock, but her bewilderment did little to conceal her scorn. Repeating the same things over and over again, despite seeing no result, had to be the definition of idiocy, right? She could not believe this b*tch would stop them from going to town over something that had been settled long ago!

Well, if Deirdre insisted, Charlene would dance along!

She recovered from her shock by acting innocent again. Her eyes practically went red on command.” What’s that supposed to mean, Miss McKinnon? You just won’t let up, will you? I can’t believe you treat. my willingness to forgive as some kind of twisted encouragement for more baseless attacks! Me being a nice gal means you can keep gaslighting me, huh? You just have to keep accusing me of the death of your own dog!”

“Gaslighting you?” Deirdre murmured, her eyes red. She scoffed in the direction of Charlene’s voice. “Still committed to your innocent darling act, aren’t ya? You confessed to being the one who killed Bliss back. in the lounge at the old Brighthall residence. You! How else could I have made the connection?”

Charlene did not even need to hit back. Brendan had grown frustrated enough that he erupted and yelled to be heard, “Enough!”

The glare he shot Deirdre almost made him look like he was created from pure ire and irritation alone. Deirdre just would not learn! She had failed the first time she had tried this sh*t, and instead of learning from the torturous lessons he had put her through, the lessons had simply galvanized her to try the exact. same sh*t again!

She kept refusing to change!

“You’re f*cking shameless, you know that?! What other tactics do you have other than slander, huh?” he bellowed, his face almost blue from rage. He trained his finger on the door and snarled, “Get the f*ck out

of this house-now!”

Despite already expecting his reaction, Deirdre could not help feeling her heart sink. “You don’t believe me.”

Brendan’s eyes narrowed. “No one should believe you at all!”

This was it. The cue. She had been waiting for him to say this. She felt her way across the couch and grabbed the folder she had prepared. She picked it up and extended it in Brendan’s general direction. ” Take a look. Am I making things up, or is it all true? You tell me.”

At first, Brendan simply looked at her icily. Everything this woman had done thus far had surprised him,

including the appearance of this folder. She was even acting as though it was some top-secret dossier that would change everything!

He took the folder, thinking to himself, ‘Fine. I’ll play along.”

Brendan opened the folder quickly and took out the document inside. He had originally planned to perform a cursory look-over, but more things inside caught his attention than he had thought.

His expression stiffened. Then, instantly, it turned grim. He began to thumb through the pages with genuine focus.

“Bren? What’s the matter?” Charlene was alarmed. What was this document? What was inside? Why was he looking like that?!

Panic flitted through her face. She had made sure the central figure involved in that incident was gone good! There should be no more tracks leading back to her!

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“Brendan, is this document filled with more slander against me?” she asked again, this time playing up the vulnerability in her tone and making her eyes redder. “But you know I’m nothing like that! You know what kind of person I am. There is no way I could do anything described in that folder-it’s all made up. You must know that already, right?”