Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 847

Chapter 847 Henry Walker Went to Jail on the 17th

It took Deirdre shaking out of her stupor to realize she had been smiling.It stunned her.

Was she...falling in love with Brendan? Again? "Miss McKinnon? We’re here," said Mrs.Engel.

She nodded and got out of the car.

They made their way to the shopping district and visited some interesting places.

When they passed by a shop selling baby clothes, Mrs.Engel could not help but stop.

"Oh, the clothes inside are so adorable, Miss McKinnon! I want to buy one for your kid.Is that okay?"

"That's too soon, Mrs.Engel! My baby isn’t even born yet."

Deirdre tittered.

"But if we wait for that, that adorable outfit will become someone else's possession, and I’m not gonna let that happen.You know what they say: seize the moment!" the older woman replied excitedly before pulling Deirdre into the store.

Helplessly, Deirdre let Mrs.Engel drag her inside.

The lighting was warm as it enveloped Deirdre.It eased her tension, and she began to feel the fabric used for those tiny clothes.

Their sleeves were no larger than the size of her palm—it felt strange in her hand.

Then, suddenly, someone barged into the store.

"Miss McKinnon? Miss McKinnon, is that you!?"

Her sudden appearance took Deirdre aback.

Mrs.Engel quickly shielded Deirdre behind her back when the intruder suddenly fell onto her knees and begged, "I finally found you, Miss McKinnon! Please, I’m begging you! Let my brother live!"

Mrs.Engel was bewildered.

She had expected the intruder to be an agitator, not someone who was suddenly on her knees.

Deirdre snapped out of her shock and frowned.

"Your brother? Who’s that? Why do you want me to let him live?"

The woman wiped the tears off her face.

"Henry Walker! My brother’s name is Henry Walker.He’s the one who founded Woody Inc. in Surstate. I know you remember him!"

Deirdre's face turned cold as the woman continued to sob.

"He’s now locked in jail, and no one can help him out or bail him! My brother said it’s because he accidentally offended you, Miss McKinnon, and that… this was all Mr.Brendan Brighthall’s revenge "

She threw her arms around Deirdre’s thighs.

"Please, Miss McKinnon! My parents are sick, and he’s their only son! I'm sure the news will give them a nervous breakdown! Our family will be ruined!"

Deirdre softened her expression, but the chilly indifference remained in her eyes.

"Look.I can’t help you with anything, okay? If a man abducts someone else and harms them, they deserve to be locked in jail for breaking the law. It’s your family’s fault for failing to raise him right, so maybe jail time is what he needs to rethink his life’s choices."

The woman raised her tear-stricken face.

"Abduct someone else and harm them? Miss McKinnon, I don’t know what you’re talking about.My brother is only captured under bribery charges because Mr.Brighthall lodged a report against him.And Mr.Bright hall only did that because my brother somehow offended you!"

Deirdre felt her heart skipping a beat.

Then, as sincerely and seriously as she could, she replied, "Your brother lied to you.He abducted Tobey Russell, that was the real reason.If it weren't for Brendan, my good friend might have died! Your brother committed a crime, and it’s only right that no one can help him out of his just dessert!"

"No! That’s not what happened at all! This is all a misunderstanding! Tobey Russell had returned to Eastgene when my brother was locked up! How was he supposed to abduct your friend?" the woman rebutted.

"It was on the 17th. The 17th! He has been locked up since the 17th. If you don’t believe me, ask the police!" NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

‘The 17th?’ Deirdre froze. How could that be? She was still in Surstate on the 17th! If Henry had been captured on the 17th, then what caused Brendan’s gun wound back in Neve? Her heart sank into an icy pit. She snapped out of her trance and wriggled herself out of the woman’s arms before bursting out of the shop.

Mrs.Engel sprung on her tail and held Deirdre’s hands, whispering comfort.

It was too late, however—Deirdre’s mind blanked.