Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 28


    Chapter 28 He’s All She Could Rely on


    The room seemed suspended in shock. No one would even remotely react in any way, and Deirdre


    looked like a forest nymph who had jumped out of a masterfully crafted painting, but she… Well…


    Richard was the first topare Deirdre’s height and figure to the unknown individual Sterling had


    shielded in the infamous video. He then reeled in realization.


    No wonder that moron had attracted so much of Mr. Brighthall’s ire. Richard had been mystified to see


    Sterling’s name gone viral, but now he knew why. That idiot had stolen Mr. Brighthall’s girl!


    What really made Richard furious was not just the stupidity of it all. It was the girl this whole fight had


    been about! F*ck, of all the girls his bastard son could have gotten into a fight for, he had to pick this


    freakshow and drag the entire family through the mud over… her!


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    He whispered something to his maid before facing Brendan with a smile. “I see. I’ll have him over right


    this


    instant. It won’t take long, so help yourself to some tea while we wait.”


    Brendan made himselffortable on the couch and forced Deirdre to sit as well. She clenched her


    fists, anxiety making her nauseous. She could not even bring herself to drink anything.


    A whileter, she heard footsteps and rose instantly.


    When Sterling entered the living room, Deirdre was the first thing that caught his attention. His


    footsteps were stifled, but a momentter, he noticed Brendan looming by her side and understood.


    “You piece of sh*t!” Sterling bellowed. “What the f*ck did you threaten Deirdre with this time, you rabid


    jack* ss?! And you call yourself a man?!”


    Before Deirdre could react, Richard had jumped into the fray. “You ignorant *ss!” he cried, pping the


    young man as hard as he could.


    He turned to Brendan and immediately apologized. “Oh Lord, this is so embarrassing… I swear, this


    idiot has gotten so used to doing whatever the hell he feels like


    without our supervision that he fancies himself a rebel hotshot. It’s my fault for not teaching him


    manners, Mr. Brighthall. Please don’t let his barbarism bother you.”


    Brendan ignored both of them. He sneered and drank his tea while Deirdre trembled. Just a few


    seconds ticked by, but she understood how little Sterling’s family saw in him. If his own father had no


    problem humiliating his son in public, what could stop him from doing something even worse to Sterling


    behind closed doors?


    Her hands were cold, and her fingers felt as numb as if they were made of ice.


    The next thing she knew, Brendan had yanked her back to her seat. He was gratified by everything that


    had happened so far. In fact, he was so pleased that he whispered in Deirdre’s ear like a demon toying


    with his prey, “You can’t see, dear Deirdre, so I’ll be nice this time and tell you what exactly is


    happening. Do you know that his entire back is drenched in blood? He’s still bleeding.”


    Deirdre felt the world spinning. Sterling was hurt! She really was a curse! Af*cking curse who would


    doom anyone stupid enough to help her!


    Something was stuck in her throat-was it blood?


    She had to clench her hands hard to prevent herself from fainting. Her voice was thick with tears when


    she breathed out and said, “I don’t… I don’t want to see this… or hear about this… Please tell them to


    get him to the . hospital! He needs to be treated – god, he must be in so much pain right now. I don’t


    want to see this…”


    Brendan narrowed his eyes. The agony in Deirdre’s features was like rain on his parade. He cupped


    her chin and lifted her up against her will. “Do you get it now, Deirdre? This is what happens to anyone


    who’s foolish enough to help you. Remember this!”


    She should remember that the only one she was allowed to rely on was Brendan.


    The young woman’s breath was shaking, and she closed


    her eyes.


    She admitted defeat.


    Brendan finally released her. Turning back to the Fullers, he said cidly, “The smell of blood stings,


    and Mr.


    Fuller is thick with it. He doesn’t even look like he could enjoy a chat. Get him to a hospital and get him


    treated. I’lle back to talk to him some other time.”


    Richard nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, of course! Here, allow me to see you off.”


    Brendan tidied up his shirt with one hand and snaked another around Deirdre’s waist. They then


    started toward the door.


    Sterling’s eyes were beet red after that painful p.“ Dee!” he cried out; gritting his teeth. “I’m fine! You


    don’t have to shackle yourself to this madman, Dee! You don’t have to let him control you through


    threats! We made a promise to each other to leave and live somewhere safe, didn’t we? And we will!


    Wait for me at our clinic-I’ll be there! I will!”


    Deidre froze.


    There was no time for her to snap out of that momentary shock. Brendan lunged, his hand a blur until it


    landed on Sterling’s face in a fist.