Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 95


    Chapter 95 Would It Kill You to Stop Vilifying Her


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    “…I forgot. I believe that I burned myself identally when I was drinking warm


    water.”


    “You’re lying!” Brendan tightened his grip over her lower jaw. He knew Deirdre so well that he knew she


    would lower her head subconsciously to avoid him every time she lied. “If you don’t tell the truth, don’t


    me me for holding Sam ountable.”


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    Deirdre took a deep breath, shut her eyes, then opened them again. “Charlene did it. Are you


    satisfied?”


    Brendan assumed a disgusted expression as soon as she said it. “Deirdre, you must know your limits


    when you’re trying to frame someone! Charlene was with me all day long on the 19th, so how could


    she have hurt you! Would it kill you to stop vilifying Charlene?”


    ‘Here we go again.”


    Deirdre wanted tough. He had done everything he could to force her to tell the truth but he refused to


    believe her when she told the truth. In that case, what was the point of her being honest?


    “This is the answer you’ll get if you don’t want me to lie. There’s nothing that I can do if you don’t


    believe me.”


    “Alright! You im that it was Charlene who hurt you, so how did she hurt you?” Brendan sneered. He


    would like to find out how far Deirdre’s ability to spin lies could


    Deirdre pursed her lips tightly. “With her nails. Her nails dug into me when she squeezed my hand.”


    “That’s enough!” At that very moment, Brendan could not bring himself to listen anymore. “Deirdre,


    Sam was still backing you up earlier. He imed that you attacked Charlene that night, possibly due to


    some unspoken difficulties. Based on what I see now, you will never change for the better and you’re


    still as malicious as you’ve always been! How can I believe you when you tell me that she dug her


    nails. into your hand? Aside from Charlene’s kind temperament and the fact that she would never do


    something like that, could a puncture wound be so serious? Do you think that you’re made of paper or


    something!”


    Deirdre’s entire body turned cold when she was scolded by Brendan. It was fortunate that she was


    already used to Brendan taking Charlene’s side. Hence, she did not feel sad or surprised.


    “Hmm, you’re right. I will never change for the better, and I’m still extremely malicious. I’m sorry for


    disappointing you.”


    Brendan flung away her hand, and the impact pushed her to the edge of the bed. Her wounded hand


    hit the side of the bed, her face turning ghastly from pain.


    Brendan sneered. “You’re really good at faking things. You could have considered working in the


    entertainment industry if your face was not disfigured.”


    Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears from the pain but also due to Brendan’s humiliation.


    “I’m tired. Please leave, Mr. Brighthall.” Her voice was hoarse and filled with fatigue. She turned andy


    on the bed once again.


    Brendan was furious. He grabbed her by her shoulder strongly and forced her to turn. over. “You’re


    tired? I think that you’re embarrassed by your failed attempt to frame


    someone…”


    Before his voice died away, Brendan was stunned. The woman’s face was drenched in tears, as


    reflected in his dark eyes.


    Brendan’s entire body turned stiff, and his mind went nk. Deirdre said shakily, “Am I not human,


    Brendan? Will you stop humiliating me if I die? What have I done to


    deserve this?”


    She was not hysterical, yet her demeanor broke Brendan’s arrogant wall. He could not utter a word and


    he loosened his grip over Deirdre’s shoulders before he turned


    around and left.


    He closed the door yet he could not stop thinking about Deirdre’s expression.


    ‘Why is she crying so sadly in despair? It is obviously her fault for ndering


    someone. She is the one to me. Would she have been reduced to this state if she had been


    sensible in a delicate situation?’


    He sat down on a chair on the side. After a while, a nurse walked over with a trolley and greeted


    Brendan. She was about to change Deirdre’s dressing in her room.


    Brendan remembered something and raised his head abruptly, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. “What’s


    going on with all of you? The patient’s hand is fine, yet you wrapped her hand in gauze. Are you


    helping that tyrant deceive others with her wound?”