Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 11


    Chapter 11 That’s Not Her


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    He had one hand in his pocket, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed. However, he said in a soft


    voice as he listened to the woman’sints, “Your body is frail, and you’re constantly experiencing


    dizzy spells that you still can’t recover from after seeking treatment for a year. It’s apparent that your


    body has yet to recover fully. Even though this ce is tiny, the doctor who runs it is highly reputable.


    He will certainly be able to cure you.” “This tiny little clinic?” Charlene was filled with disbelief but she


    saw Brendan’s displeased expression out of the corner of her eyes. She bit her lower lip to brace


    herself before assuming a different expression immediately and wrapping her arm around the man’s


    strong shoulder. “I’m only worried that this is some swindler and you’re going to waste your money and


    time on this. Do you know how guilty that makes me feel, especially when you’re such a busy man?” “I


    won’t.” Brendan’s gazended on her arm, and he furrowed his eyebrows in an uneasy manner. “Your


    health is more important than anything else, and I won’t let the opportunity to cure you slip, even if


    there’s just a 1% sess rate.” Charlene’s cheeks blushed. “You’re really good to me, Brendan.” The


    two of them entered the clinic and asked about the location of Sterling’s office. Brendan was about to


    head to the location when he heard the sound of children moring all of a sudden. “Ms. Deirdre, I


    want to get on the swing!” Brendan could not hear it clearly because he was standing far away but he


    looked toward the backyard subconsciously and saw a figure. Brendan was stunned. ‘Deirdre? That


    can’t be right!’ He denied the thought at once. ‘She’s not here. She already escaped to another country


    with the child a long time ago. ‘Besides, she is supposed toe and see me if she is back. Why


    would she be at this small clinic?’ “What’s going on with you, Brendan?” Brendan collected his


    thoughts, but Deirdre’s name was deeply ingrained into his mind and he was having trouble stopping


    himself from thinking about it. “I’m fine.” A momentter, his tightly-clenched fist rxed. “Let’s head


    inside.” Sterling checked Charlene’s vital signs before he scribbled a prescription for medication and


    told her to take some precautionary steps. Brendan was seated in an area not far away, fiddling with


    the Coral Bells potted nt ced at a corner. The potted nt looked rather familiar to him. He


    remembered that when the woman had married him, she had not been fond of being outside. It was as


    if her biggest hobby was to spend all day pruning and fiddling with the Coral Bells in the living


    room. She would chuckle and say, “Brendan, do you know what Coral Bells symbolize? They


    symbolize a bright future because they can bloom with the most beautiful colors on the coldest days.


    Do you think that our rtionship will be the same?” “The potted nt.” Brendan tugged at his tie


    impatiently and spoke out of nowhere. “Is not amon nt. Why did you choose to nt it, Dr.


    Fuller?” Sterling looked up. His expression was stern, but he appeared to be smiling when he looked at


    the Coral Bells. His eyes were swirling with emotion. “I don’t know much about nts. She nted


    them.” “She?” Brendan became agitated for no apparent reason but remembered the figure he had


    seen in the backyard earlier, so he asked almost instantaneously, “Who is she?” Before Sterling could


    answer, the office door was opened and Deirdre walked through, saying, “Sterling, the rope swing in


    the backyard snapped and the children almost got hurt. Remember to get a sturdy rope to rece it


    after work.” Deirdre suddenly felt a scorching hot gaze on her when she finished her sentence. Her


    senses were sharp due to her impaired vision, and she felt uneasy. “Is there a patient here?” she


    asked, looking in Brendan’s direction cautiously. Brendan’s fists were tightly clenched, and he was


    furious beyondparison. He could feel his blood pulsing in his veins the very moment he saw


    Deirdre’s face. Her face was covered in deep scars, and there was no way to see her facial features.


    She was beyond hideous, and her eyes were even worse. Not even a glint of radiance could be seen in


    her dead eyes, and it felt as if her pupils were covered with ayer of gauze. Brendan was stunned so


    much that he could not move his body. ‘Is that Deirdre? ‘No… This can’t be Deirdre!’ Deirdre was


    supposed to show up before him beautiful and filled with delight, holding a one-year-old child. ‘How did


    she turn into this? It must be an illusion. It must be!’ Brendan refused to believe that. He had protected


    Deirdre despite her wild ambitions and her constantly going against his wishes. He had always


    assigned someone to protect her in view of her willingness to act as a scapegoat. ‘How did she end up


    disfigured and blind?’ Brendan’s expression was ice-cold, and he exuded a cold demeanor as he left,


    mming the door under the watchful eyes of everyone else.