Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 102


    Chapter 102 Mr. Brighthall Doesn’t Want to See You


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    “Brendan? Brendan!”


    Colors were drained off Deirdre’s face. She pounced at him, throwing her arms around his thigh the


    exact moment she understood what he meant. He was going to me it on Sterling again!


    “I-If you’re mad because Lena almost died, I… I can apologize for that! I will swallow those pills so I can


    suffer the same pain she’s undergoing right now! But please, stop taking your rage out on innocent


    people!”


    “Innocent people?” Brendan scoffed. He lowered himself to her height and grabbed her by her jaw,


    examining her tears-stricken cheeks. “Here I thought you didn’t believe in concepts like leaving the


    innocent alone. Isn’t Lena innocent? Christ, Deirdre. You could havee clean with me. Things would


    have ended much sooner … much better. But you had to use her of doing something she didn’t do!


    You just had to lie to me!”


    He rose apathetically and kicked her away. Deirdre’s head knocked on the side of the bed. She felt a


    buzzing shockwave coursing through her brain like a hive of disturbed bees. Still, with her one hand


    cupping the side of her head, she crawled after Brendan frantically.


    “I didn’t do any of that! I didn’t lie!”


    “You didn’t?” He stopped in his tracks so he could turn around and shoot Deirdre a disgusted re.


    “Your aplice confessed to your scheme out of guilt, McKinnon. But you’re surprisingly cold-


    hearted, aren’t you? You hardly seemed fazed! Or are you still trying to pretend you’re innocent?”


    Aplice? Who was that supposed to be?


    Deirdre’s mind nked. She stayed on the cold, hard tile floor, yet the chill did nothing for her frazzled


    mind. Brendan kept insisting that she lied to him, but about what? What was the lie supposed to be?


    Sam pushed open the door and found her lying on the floor, her hand bleeding. He was instantly


    rmed. “Miss McKinnon!” he said, hurrying toward her and helping.


    He did not expect Brendan to be so violent.


    Deirdre sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes transfixed on the floor unseeingly. Sam was about to


    summon the nurse when she pulled him by his hand. “Sam, can you tell me what exactly happened?”


    He sighed and obliged. He spared no details, including the janitor’s statement.


    Deirdre felt a pang in her chest. Her head was spinning. “That’s nonsense! It’s a load of crap!” she


    protested raspily. “I don’t even know who that janitor is! This… This is Charlene’s work. She came up


    with this plot to frame me!”


    Sam was certain that Deirdre was innocent as well. The young woman’s character was not the only


    argument he had, too-Charlene was the biggest pretender he had


    ever seen.


    “I know, but Mr. Brighthall believed her. The janitor also paid you a visit in the morning that day. That


    was before I arrived.”


    Deirdre felt a chill crawling up her spine. Had Charlene nned all of this the moment she stepped out


    of her ward? More importantly, Deirdre’s biggest issue right now was how much Brendan trusted


    Charlene. He wanted to believe she was the kind, nice girl he thought she was. He wanted to believe


    this so much that he would proim Deirdre guilty even without hard evidence.


    “Sam, you have to tell him to see me again. I have to exin this to him.”


    “Uh, about that,” Sam muttered hesitantly. “I don’t think now is a good time, Miss McKinnon. The odds


    are, well… Overwhelmingly against you. I suggest waiting until Charlene’s up and Mr. Brighthall’s rage


    has passed.”


    Deirdre felt a lump forming in her throat. The luxury of patience was not something Sterling shared with


    her. She had to act now before Brendan felt the whim to


    torment the poor man again.


    “P-Please?” she whispered.


    Sam sighed. “Fine.”


    He went out of the room. A few momentster, he was back. “I’m afraid Mr. Brighthall, uh… Doesn’t


    wanna see you, Miss McKinnon.”


    Brendan’s original reply was a hundred times harsher than Sam made it out to be. The kind-hearted


    man simply could not bear to repeat it verbatim.


    Deirdre was stunned. Then, curling her wounded finger into a fist, she cast her eyes down and smiled


    mirthlessly to herself.