Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 58


    Chapter 58 The Truth


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    Deirdre said in a shaky voice, “Does anybody else loathe me as much as she does?”


    As soon as she made the remark, Brendan felt incredulous. “Deirdre, I think. you might be experiencing


    the delusion of persecution! She’s a very kind person, so how could she possibly loathe you! Besides,


    she has never badmouthed you to me: Do


    you


    think she has a reason to put you in harm’s way?”


    ‘A reason? Aren’t there always ample reasons for her to do so? It’s because I’m the one who saved


    Brendan. Because Charlene wants to shut me up for eternity to secure her ce in Brendan’s heart!’


    Deirdre wanted to say this out loud yet she suppressed the urge to speak out.


    She thought about how foolish it was of her to have the audacity to suspect Charlene when Brendan’s


    love overpowered anything else.


    ‘Have I turned into a retard because my suicide attempt resulted in a brain injury?”


    She did not speak anymore, but she clenched her exposed fingers into tight fists.


    Brendan could not help furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of her fists. He felt rather agitated in his


    heart as he said, “Don’t worry. I will provide you with a satisfactory result. I will look into this matter


    closely and I won’t let anybody off no matter who that person is.”


    Deirdre shut her eyes and refused to listen anymore. It was the first time Brendan was feeling


    powerless and incapable of venting the anger that filled his chest. He walked outside after mming


    the door.


    Sam approached him, but his expression was icy. “Guard the door properly this time. I’m going to kick


    your *ss out of here regardless of the reason if such an incident happens again!”


    “Yes, yes, yes! Don’t worry, Mr. Brighthall!”


    Brendan headed to thepany after he left. The surveince footage had already been examined


    thoroughly, yet no one else had been in his office other than Charlene.


    He made a call to summon Charlene to thepany.


    Brendan was standing before the floor-to-ceiling window when Charlene was pushed into the office in a


    wheelchair.


    His dark, obsidian-like eyes appeared to be filled with the gxy, and the side of his


    face was chiseled and fused ingeniously with the setting sun’s rays. His figure was well-proportioned as


    a male model’s, and he was wearing a well-fitted suit. He


    exuded perfection that one could only yearn for and he was so stunning that one could not keep one’s


    eyes off him.


    Charlene was captivated by the sight of him. Her heart had been captivated by theatose Brendan


    while she had still been working as a nurse, and she was


    convinced that Brendan would be hers for the rest of her life.


    ‘Hence, I will not allow that damned Deirdre to linger around Brendan permanently!’ She clenched her


    fists tightly.


    “Brendan…” Charlene called out softly with a smile on her face. “You wanted to see


    me?”


    Brendan turned his face and his facial features, which had been illuminated by the gentle sunset, were


    engulfed by darkness. He made his way to the desk with a nonchnt expression, exuding an


    overpowering presence that suffocated the people around him.


    “I thought you wanted to see me?”


    “What?” Charlene had an innocent expression on her face. “What do you mean?”


    “I thought you came to my office when I was in a meeting this afternoon? Why did you leave?”


    “Oh, that’s what you’re talking about…” Charlene let out a forced chuckle. “Your mother has not been


    doing so well recently, right? She’s alwaysining about back pain. I heard from a friend about


    this wonderful chiropractor who owns a clinic down West Street, so I was nning on meeting the


    chiropractor with you. However, I realized that you were busy, so I went by myself.”


    “Is that all?” Brendan’s eyes dimmed, and there was no telling what his mood was.


    Charlene’s expression stiffened for a moment. “What’s going on, Bren? You look like you have


    something that you wish to tell me.”


    Brendan’s gaze was tainted with foreboding evilness. “Something bad happened to Deirdre today.”


    “What?” Charlene was astonished, as if she was unaware of the situation. She hastily asked, “What


    happened? Is Ms. McKinnon okay?”


    “Someone suddenly barged into Deirdre’s room and attempted to mute her with


    poison. Had Sterling not shown up in a timely manner, Deirdre would have already turned into a mute


    by now.”