Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 71


    Chapter 71 Don’t Regret This


    ‘This is preposterous.’


    In the past, she would most certainly have been overjoyed if the man had talked about their future.


    However, she found it amusing now and nothing else.


    Brendan’s gaze dimmed little by little and turned icy. He did not look away from Deirdre’s face for even


    the slightest bit, but the warmth in his expression had vanished into nothingness at that very moment.


    “Will you die if you don’t meet Ophelia?” he said mockingly.


    Deirdre paused for a moment and said confidently, “Yes, I will die if I don’t meet my mother.”


    Brendan’s grip tightened abruptly and he swept her away from his thigh in a rage.


    Deirdre lost her bnce andnded on the carpeted floor. She did not find it unusual despite being


    surprised, as it had already been a long time since Brendan had experienced any mood swings.


    Noticing that Brendan was about to leave, she did not care about the pain anymore. Instead, she got


    up in a haste and said, “Brendan! When will I meet my mother? You made a promise to me!”


    “Mother, mother, mother! All you talk about is your mother! It’s either Sterling or her. Deirdre, do you


    have nothing else to talk about other than them?!” Brendan suddenly lost his temper and swept


    everything off the table. “That’s the only reason you called me, right? Do you know that I was heading


    to Charlene’s room after getting drunk? I came here on purpose, yet I’ve had to listen to you spewing


    this boring nonsense!”


    Deirdre’s face turned pale. It was no wonder Brendan was so furious, as it turned out that her call had


    disrupted a joyous event between him and Charlene.


    However…


    Deirdre batted her eyshes and could not help saying shakily, “But I want to meet my mother… Is that


    wrong?”


    Brendan felt his chest tighten but was still extremely furious. “It’s not wrong, of course! However, I hope


    you don’t regret this!”


    Upon saying that, he mmed the door and left.


    Deirdre’s entire body trembled when she heard the deafening m that came from the living room.


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    ‘Don’t regret this?’


    Deirdre bit her lower lip tightly. ‘Why would I regret this?’


    She was destined not to sleep soundly that night, just as before.


    Charlene was just like her too.


    Brendan had had a few too many drinks during Madam Brighthall’s birthday party yesterday night and


    he was supposed to be with her.


    Charlene had assumed that they would end up sleeping together, but Brendan had suddenly gotten up,


    iming that he had something to attend to, and left.


    What could it be?


    Charlene did not have the courage to think about what the answer could be. She figured that the call


    hade from Deirdre, as he had been very distracted after taking the call.


    Just as expected, she received a text message that informed her that Brendan’s car was parked at the


    vi.


    “Damn it!” Charlene pushed a vase to the ground and the piercing, shattering noise agitated her even


    more. “Deirdre, you b*tch. I should’ve let you die in prison from a difficult birth back then! You’re


    actually still capable of displeasing me, even though you’ve already turned into a hideous monster!”


    Charlene took a deep breath after losing her temper. All of a sudden, an idea


    urred to her and her red lips curled into a cruel smile.


    She put on some makeup to make herself appear tired before getting into her car and heading to the


    Brighthall family mansion.


    Madam Brighthall’s health was deteriorating, and her only hobbies were gardening and sitting on the


    lawn to feed the fish. Charlene pinched herself as she was approaching Madam Brighthall until she


    teared up from the pain.


    “Mother.”


    Madam Brighthall put away the fish food and smiled gently. “You’re here, Charlene.”


    She turned around and saw Charlene’s fatigued face and red eyes. She could not help furrowing her


    eyebrows and holding Charlene’s hand while she asked, “What happened? Why are your eyes red


    from tears?”


    Charlene sniffed and forced a smile. “I’m fine, mother. I caught a cold and I haven’t slept well.”


    “You can deceive anyone but me. Tell me, what happened? Didn’t you leave the party with Bren


    yesterday night? Did he bully you?”