Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 40


    Chapter 40 She Doesn’t Care About Him Anymore Steven said in an obedient tone, “Yes, you and Ms.


    McKinney are family.”**


    Madam Brighthall nodded, then looked at the woman standing next to Steven subconsciously. “Who is


    this?”


    Deirdre lowered her head anxiously upon hearing that, the thoughts in her head muddled.


    She had not expected to meet Madam Brighthall suddenly today. It was worse that they had to meet


    under such circumstances. She had just realized that her face was disfigured, so Madam Brighthall


    would not recognize her now that she had lowered her head in a flurry. “This is Ms. McKinney’s friend.


    She is visually impaired, and sir instructed me to take her home.” “She can’t see, huh?” Madam


    Brighthall sounded sympathetic . She was at a loss for words, but she found the sight of Deirdre


    familiar. She could not help extending her hand to grab Deirdre’s fingers. “Girl, why are your hands so


    cold? You should wear warmer attire in the fall.”


    She removed her scarf and wrapped it around Deirdre’s body. “Even though I’ve been wearing it for a


    long time, it’s very warm andfortable. Use it to warm your body. I shall get a move on because I


    still have some affairs to


    attend to.”


    Madam Brighthall smiled and loosened her grip on Deirdre’s fingers before she headed to the ward.


    Deirdre kept her head lowered at all times without uttering a word. Steven gazed after Madam


    Brighthall’s departing figure before he looked at Deirdre.


    “We should go, Ms. McKinnon.”


    “Sure…” The woman’s voice suddenly sounded like she was crying. When she raised her head, her


    disfigured face was already drenched in tears.


    Steven was in shock. Deirdre had not cried while her wounds were being cleaned or when she had


    been walking in so much pain that her legs trembled. On the other hand, she was suddenly drenched in


    tears because Madam Brighthall had shown concern for her.


    Her voice was shaking, and it looked as if her tears were endless. “I’m sorry that I’ve made a fool of


    myself.”


    A momentter, she chuckled and said in a very low voice, “I just remembered something.”


    After Steven took Deirdre home, he received a call from Brendan. He was summoned back to get him.


    Brendan got in the car with an agitated expression. “Is Deirdre back at the vi?”


    “Yes.”


    Brendan furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly as he waited for Steven to finish his sentence. Noticing


    that Steven was quiet, he could not help asking, “Did she not ask you anything on the way to the vi?


    Such as how far my rtionship with Charlene is and if we’ve moved in


    together?”


    Steven was stunned for a moment and he was having a hard time responding to the situation. He


    shook his head a momentter. “No. Ms. McKinnon was very quiet along the way and sat on the sofa


    when I took her to the vi without uttering a word.” She had said nothing? She used to call up Steven


    and beat about the bush to find out about the women that he was reportedly with ording to the


    tabloids in the past. Yet now, she did not seem to mind when he was obviously spending the night with


    Charlene? Brendan’s expression was filled with impatience. He punched the car, his hand swelling up.


    Steven was startled. “Sir?”


    He turned around and took a nce at Brendan’s swollen hand. He then asked in a haste, “Would you


    like to get your hand checked?”


    “No, it’s not enough to kill me.” Brendan shook his hand and shut his eyes. His head was filled with


    images of the woman’s face. She was already disfigured and extremely hideous, but she remained as


    lively as before in his mind.


    She was crying,ughing, sad, cold, tearing up… She had been on the verge of a mental breakdown


    when she had begged Sterling to take her with himst night. Brendan was certain that the idea


    expressed by Deirdre subconsciously was most certainly her deepest desire.


    Deirdre wanted to run away, and she wanted to do it with Sterling. Brendan felt uneasy all over his


    body and felt as if his insides were crushed at the thought of Sterling and Deirdre chatting joyously. He


    clenched his fists tightly.


    The sky was already dark by the time he ended an important meeting at thepany. However, the


    streets of Neve were still brightly lit at night.


    Steven asked, “Sir, are we heading to Ms. McKinney’s ce? She has already called you a few times.”N?velDrama.Org owns all content.