Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 138
Chapter 138 I Killed the Dog.
God. Every part of that cordiality sounded so manufactured and phony. Deirdre was in no mood to y.
the game, so she ced the box on a rack next to the door and turned on her heel.
“Miss McKinnon, wait.” Charlene stopped her as she rose from her seat with a smile. “What’s the
hurry? Don’t you wanna look around? You know, enjoy the vibe now that you’re here?”
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“Not interested,” Deirdre rebutted nonchntly. She had never been interested in what the affluent
upper- ss considered haute couture or their mor. The only reason she had even wanted to be
Brendan’s wife was because she had loved him.
Of course, even that had gone away.
“I brought you your ne,” she stated cidly. “If there’s nothing else you need, excuse me.”
“But there is oneeee thing.” Charlene replied quickly. Her smile deepened. Then, she fished out her
phone gracefully and yed a video.
The whimpers and cries of a dog being tortured filled the air.
Deirdre stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel her blood boiling from her feet to her head.
Charlene tittered. “I’m willing to bet you recognize this sound, Miss McKinnon. What was the name of
that damn dog again?… Oh, right. Bliss. I remember the way it went down as though it was yesterday!
Its belly was cut open, and even though it was near death, that poor thing got its limbs lopped off too.
Oh, look! You can see it ncing at the mansion throughout the video-it was looking for you, wasn’t it?
Maybe it just wanted to see you before it was gone forever?”
Deirdre’s eyes were red. She turned back to face Charlene, her voice shaking as much as her body.
“W-W- Where did you get this?”
Charlene’s eyes narrowed. “Why don’t you take a guess? Guess why I would have a video like this or
why I seem to have intimate knowledge regarding the dog’s death.”
Deirdre’s eyes seemed to be quivering in their sockets. She tearfully croaked, “It… It was you! You
killed Bliss!”
“Tsk, tsk. Hold your horses, darling. I was watching a musical with Bren at the time, ‘member? I didn’t
have any time to waste by killing a dog.” Charlene responded. The grin on her face was etched even
deeper on her lips. “But yes. I was the one who hired the hobo. Now, he’s cuckoo for sure, but he’s not
completely out of his senses all the time, okay? So I gave him a buttload of money and dug a hole in
the backyard ndestinely. Then, when you and Sam went out shopping, I opened the door to your
room- and whoosh! That dumb dog bolted out excitedly! It ran to the backyard straight away. And
then…”
Deirdre pounced, her fingers clutching Charlene’s neck as tears rolled down her cheeks. “How could
you?!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “Are you even human?! Bliss was just a dog! It was
innocent- and you killed it!”
Charlene was short of breath, but the glee in her eyes only burned brighter. “Y-Y-You’re… right… It was
just a d-dog…. It would have… lived a happy life… if it had been owned… literally by anyone else…”
she added.” But you… You just had to… be its owner… You had so many chances… to leave us… but
you k-kept… staying
Deirdre felt a loud ringing sound in her brain. She was blind, and yet in her mind’s eye, she could see
Bliss crying as it stared in the direction of the mansion. Waiting for help. Waiting for her.
It was like a knife slicing through her heart.
Bliss’ mother had died of an illness. And Bliss itself… It had not even gotten to breathe and live in this
world for a little while longer.
All because of the stupid conflict between two humans. Bliss had died… as coteral damage.
Tears broke free from her unseeing eyes. Her arms were shaking, and Deirdre felt a profound,
homicidal
anger.
She hated her!
“Die! You should die!” she cried before she tightened her grip suddenly.
Then, just as suddenly, she heard footsteps hurrying over behind her.
A new force mped around her hands before hurling her away from her target. Then, she crashed
down on the floor.