Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Would It Kill You to Stop Vilifying Her

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“…I forgot. I believe that I burned myself accidentally when I was drinking warm

water.”

“You’re lying!” Brendan tightened his grip over her lower jaw. He knew Deirdre so well that he knew she would lower her head subconsciously to avoid him every time she lied. “If you don’t tell the truth, don’t blame me for holding Sam accountable.”

Deirdre took a deep breath, shut her eyes, then opened them again. “Charlene did it. Are you satisfied?”

Brendan assumed a disgusted expression as soon as she said it. “Deirdre, you must know your limits when you’re trying to frame someone! Charlene was with me all day long on the 19th, so how could she have hurt you! Would it kill you to stop vilifying Charlene?”

‘Here we go again.”

Deirdre wanted to laugh. He had done everything he could to force her to tell the truth but he refused to believe her when she told the truth. In that case, what was the point of her being honest?

“This is the answer you’ll get if you don’t want me to lie. There’s nothing that I can do if you don’t believe me.” Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Alright! You claim that it was Charlene who hurt you, so how did she hurt you?” Brendan sneered. He would like to find out how far Deirdre’s ability to spin lies could

Deirdre pursed her lips tightly. “With her nails. Her nails dug into me when she squeezed my hand.”

“That’s enough!” At that very moment, Brendan could not bring himself to listen anymore. “Deirdre, Sam was still backing you up earlier. He claimed that you attacked Charlene that night, possibly due to some unspoken difficulties. Based on what I see now, you will never change for the better and you’re still as malicious as you’ve always been! How can I believe you when you tell me that she dug her nails. into your hand? Aside from Charlene’s kind temperament and the fact that she would never do something like that, could a puncture wound be so serious? Do you think that you’re made of paper or something!”

Deirdre’s entire body turned cold when she was scolded by Brendan. It was fortunate that she was already used to Brendan taking Charlene’s side. Hence, she did not feel sad or surprised.

“Hmm, you’re right. I will never change for the better, and I’m still extremely malicious. I’m sorry for disappointing you.”

Brendan flung away her hand, and the impact pushed her to the edge of the bed. Her wounded hand hit the side of the bed, her face turning ghastly from pain.

Brendan sneered. “You’re really good at faking things. You could have considered working in the entertainment industry if your face was not disfigured.”

Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears from the pain but also due to Brendan’s humiliation.

“I’m tired. Please leave, Mr. Brighthall.” Her voice was hoarse and filled with fatigue. She turned and lay on the bed once again.

Brendan was furious. He grabbed her by her shoulder strongly and forced her to turn. over. “You’re tired? I think that you’re embarrassed by your failed attempt to frame

someone…”

Before his voice died away, Brendan was stunned. The woman’s face was drenched in tears, as reflected in his dark eyes.

Brendan’s entire body turned stiff, and his mind went blank. Deirdre said shakily, “Am I not human, Brendan? Will you stop humiliating me if I die? What have I done to

deserve this?”

She was not hysterical, yet her demeanor broke Brendan’s arrogant wall. He could not utter a word and he loosened his grip over Deirdre’s shoulders before he turned

around and left.

He closed the door yet he could not stop thinking about Deirdre’s expression.

‘Why is she crying so sadly in despair? It is obviously her fault for slandering

someone. She is the one to blame. Would she have been reduced to this state if she had been sensible in a delicate situation?’

He sat down on a chair on the side. After a while, a nurse walked over with a trolley and greeted Brendan. She was about to change Deirdre’s dressing in her room.

Brendan remembered something and raised his head abruptly, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. “What’s going on with all of you? The patient’s hand is fine, yet you wrapped her hand in gauze. Are you helping that tyrant deceive others with her wound?”