Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Where Did You Hide Deirdre

Charlene covered her mouth in a haste, as if she had misspoken. She then explained. in a flurry, “No… Ms. McKinnon didn’t do that on purpose. It’s possible that she loved Brendan too much at the time and did it out of spite… I choose to forgive her!”

“Why are you still putting in a good word for her when she almost crippled your feg? You’re too kind, Charlene!” Madam Brighthall looked at Deirdre as if she was protecting a young child. She said in a voice tainted with anger, “I didn’t expect that you’d not only enjoy ruining a couple’s happy marriage but you’d also hurt people. despite your young age. I was still rather fond of you when I met you previously. Leave at once! Don’t let me see you again from now on!”

Madam Brighthall used to be the only person who defended her in the past, but she was protecting the real Charlene now, as she had just ordered Deirdre to leave the villa.

Deirdre’s hands were shaking behind her back, and she lowered her head. “I’m sorry All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

‘I’m

sorry

that I disgust you. It’s fortunate that I’m disfigured, and it’s good that your have no idea that I was the same Charlene who kept you company for two years. Otherwise, you’d be really disappointed.

Madam Brighthall was blinded by rage. “Do you think that your apology can change anything? You should have acted differently right from the start!”

Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears. She stopped explaining herself and walked outside step by step with determination.

Sam’s phone had been snatched by Charlene, so he headed elsewhere to make a call, missing the departing Deirdre by coincidence. By the time he came back, Brendan had already rushed over in his car.

He dashed into the living hall and found Madam Brighthall sitting on the sofa and holding her chest. Her face was green with rage, while Charlene was pouring water next to her with a concerned expression, trying to soothe Madam Brighthall.

Noticing that Brendan was back, Charlene assumed a helpless, grievous expression. “Bren…”

Brendan refused to take even one glance at her. “Where’s Deirdre!”

He looked about the house and could not find any trace of the woman. His dark pupils constricted as he expressed his uneasiness. He then took a long stride in

preparation to head upstairs abruptly.

“Don’t go upstairs! She’s not here!” Madam Brighthall looked up at Brendan after she recovered slightly. “You came rushing from the company in a flurry, and the first thing you did upon arriving was look for your mistress. Do you still have any respect for our family and Charlene? Brendan, you’ve always been a sensible child. How could you do something so immoral!”

Brendan’s mind went blank. The only thought on his mind was, ‘Deirdre is not around. She’s not upstairs, and she’s not downstairs. Where is she then?’

“Where did you hide Deirdre?”

“Nonsense!” Madam Brighthall slapped the table loudly, breathing heavily. “Bren, do you think that I have no control over you now that you’re an adult? How can you speak to me in that tone?”

Charlene said with red eyes, “Don’t anger your mother anymore, Bren. Her body is unwell, and she was complaining about a headache constantly earlier.”

“You’re the one who brought my mother here, right?” Brendan shifted his gaze to her, his dark eyes filled with coldness and bluntness.

Charlene could not help trembling, as she had never seen him looking at her that way. It felt as if he was looking at a stranger.

She was startled, but before she could respond, Madam Brighthall stood up and shielded Charlene behind her. “Why are you being so fierce to her? Charlene didn’t bring me here. I discovered your misdeed by myself. Do you think that you’re keeping a secret when you stow away your mistress in the villa? Brendan, I can see that you still have no idea what your mistake is. Do you think you’re worthy of Charlene’s love and loyalty in the past four years? Have you forgotten what I taught you!”

Brendan felt troubled. His fists were tightly clenched, and he was suppressing his anger with great effort. He thought about blind Deirdre having to confront his mother’s punitive expedition by herself and how terrible the experience must have been for her.“Mother, I will explain this matter to you afterward, but you must tell me now! Where is Deirdre?”