Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 286


    Chapter 286 Uncertain Fate


    Fear and regret ravaged his mind. He suddenly felt faint.


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    Sam was still with him when he finally recovered hisposure. He feigned some semnce of


    calmness and dered, “No, we just have to wait a little longer. I’ll talk to her again!”


    He would not let her leave him. Never!


    Fate had different designs than his, however. Before he had recupared enough to talk to Deirdre, the


    police came to him and informed him that she had backed down.


    She had finally agreed to settle this privately.


    Brendan was ted. The police hade to ask him if she “had shown homicidal intent”, and naturally,


    Brendan denied it. He expressed no intent to pursue a criminal charge against her either, and so the


    case. was settled.


    He could not wait to get out of bed as soon as the police left. rmed, Sam rushed to stop him. “Mr.


    Brighthall, sir, stay back! We can’t let your injury break open again!”


    Brendan was just too fitful. His emotions were in chaos. Gripping Sam’s hand tightly, he ordered,


    “Escort her back from the station!”


    Sam froze. Then, he nodded.


    Who would have known Deirdre-who seemed to have dug her heels and decided to die on that hill-


    would finally agree to settle this privately? It did not take Brendan long to begin thinking and wondering


    if Deirdre had finallye to understand his point of view. Maybe she had finally decided to hear his


    exnation. She had finally decided to let this go.


    If this were true…


    God, this would be the best thing that had ever happened to him.


    Brendany on his back. He was so tired that the world looked purplish and filled with ck spots.


    However, sleep evaded him, so he waited patiently for her return.


    Then, he received a call from Sam. “Mr. Brighthall?”


    His voice was low. Forebodingly low.


    Brendan frowned. “What? Where’s Deirdre? Bring her to the hospital already!”


    Sam was quiet for a second. “She’s… gone, sir. After the police freed her, she went into a car and left.”


    Gone?


    Brendan’s breath went down his throat as though he had swallowed a dagger. His blood was boiling


    out of panic. “But she has no friends or family! She cannot have gone far!” he shouted frantically. “Look


    for her at once!”


    Sam hung up the call to begin his search, leaving Brendan alone with his empty, feckless mind. So


    Deirdre had gotten a ride and left as soon as she had been freed. So she had not stood down because


    she had finally understood Brendan’s angle but because that would grant her the opening to leave him


    once and


    for all.


    Was that it?!


    Brendan shook and breathed hard. The pain in his abdomen worsened, reminding him of the moment


    when she had stuck a knife into him.


    She hated his guts! She loathed himpletely! How could she possibly even care to mend the


    bridges between them?!


    Brendan felt the world turn dark. He tumbled from his bed and struggled to get up. He felt the


    doorknob, twisted it, and bolted out of his sick room. He had to find her. He had to find her. She would


    not leave him. She would not.


    ‘You hate me, right? You hate me, Deirdre! Soe back to me and finish the job! Come back!”


    “M-Mr. Brighthall! You can’t get out of bed!” An rmed nurse bolted toward him. “Your wound has


    finally been patched up a little, Mr. Brighthall, but it won’t stay that way if you start straining yourself like


    this!” “Get out of the way!” he snarled, shoving the nurse’s arm away and marching forward. Before he


    managed to reach the entrance, his phone rang.


    He did not need to look at the screen to know it was Sam. “Did you find her?”


    The person on the other side of the line sounded strange and unfamiliar. “Mr. Brighthall? We’re from


    the Neve City Police Department. You must have already been notified about Miss McKinnon’s release


    from the station. Since you’re both the victim and her legal husband, we’re obligated byw to inform


    you that the car Miss McKinnon boarded shortly after her release has gotten into an ident. It


    skidded off the road at the Southern Bridge area, broke through the fence, and fell into the sea. Her


    current fate is


    unknown.”


    Brendan’s face turned ashen.


    As he reeled in shock, he yelled, eyes bloodshot, “What do you mean?!”


    “It means we haven’t managed to recover the vehicle yet, Mr. Brighthall. However, given how cold the


    days have been, even if we manage to rescue her, she might already be-”