Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 82

Chapter 82 It Was Her Choice to Leave

Brendan clenched his fists tightly and replied word for word, “She needs me.” In fact, Brendan felt guilty and rather unconfident when he said it.

Deirdre had indeed needed Brendan in the past. Whenever she’d waited a long time for him to come back, she would make several calls to inquire and reluctantly hung up the phone when she learned that Brendan was getting annoyed.

However, Deirdre would now leave whenever she wanted. When she had been drugged, she hadn’t even begged for his help but someone else’s.

An irreversible change had indeed taken place between Deirdre and Brendan, which made Brendan feel uneasy.

“You’re too obsessed with her!”

Madame Brighthall felt dizzy. Charlene was dumbfounded for a moment before she recollected herself and supported Madame Brighthall. “Madame, are you alright?”

Charlene turned to Brendan and said, “Brendan, stop it. Can you please get out? You know your mother isn’t in good health. Don’t you make her go to the hospital again.”

Charlene felt uneasy after making this request. Brendan had always been worried about Madame Brighthall’s thoughts, but he had resisted this time just for Deirdre. Hence, she was now unsure of who Deirdre was to Brendan.

Brendan lowered his eyes. “I’ll get out and stand by the gate until morning as a means of self- punishment. However, I’m not changing my mind. Mother, since you aren’t feeling well, please refrain from worrying about what’s happening between us.”

Following that, Brendan went out.

Meanwhile, Charlene assisted Madame Brighthall into the room. When they looked down from the second floor, they saw Brendan standing still at the gate. Even the biting cold wind failed to waver his determination.

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Charlene was afraid. She had thought what she had done would make Deirdre disappear from Brendan’s life. However, it seemed that the situation hadn’t gone her way.

Charlene went downstairs and walked over to Brendan with a coat.

“Brendan, the weather is too cold and your clothes are still wet. Do wear this coat so you don’t get sick. Otherwise, I’ll be sad,” said Charlene as she put on the coat for

him.

Brendan suddenly took Charlene’s hand and asked, “How did mother know that your leg was injured by Deirdre? Did you tell her?”

When Charlene saw his black, unfathomable eyes, she panicked. At the time, she had thought Brendan didn’t mind, as Brendan had paid no attention to it.

“T-That’s because…” Charlene’s eyes turned red, as she found it rather difficult to answer. “Brendan, do you really want me to tell you?”

“Just tell me.”

“It was Ms. McKinnon who told Madame.” Charlene pursed her lips, and her eyes reddened. “I didn’t understand what Ms. McKinnon was up to either. Madame didn’t mean to kick her out of the house.

She only asked what it would take for Ms. McKinnon to leave you. Ms. McKinnon replied that she wanted to leave as soon as possible, but madame refused. Madame wanted her to wait for your arrangements, and that was when Ms. McKinnon suddenly mentioned my leg injury!”

Charlene looked as though she found the incident incredible. “I was stunned at the time. When Madame heard that Ms. McKinnon was the person who injured my leg, of course she was so furious that she kicked her out. Now that I think back on it, somewhat understood Ms. McKinnon’s intention at the time. Perhaps she was trying to take this opportunity to leave the villa forever and go find Mr. Sterling?”

Boom-

Charlene’s remark immediately caused Brendan’s pupils to constrict. His hands clenched tight, his eyes turned ice-cold, his ears began buzzing, and his mind was filled with Charlene’s words.

‘It was Ms. McKinnon who told Madame.”

Ms. McKinnon replied that she wanted to leave as soon as possible.”

‘Perhaps she was trying to take this opportunity to leave the villa forever and go find Mr Sterling?

Had it actually been Deirdre’s choice to leave? Anyway, if she had been unwilling to leave, how could Madame Brighthall have forced a person with a disability out of the house? This wasn’t like Madame Brighthall after all