Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 298


    Chapter 298 He Just Can’t Let Her Go


    “Goddamn it!” It was the first time Madame Brighthall had ever been so apoplectic. She shot daggers at


    Brendan and snarled, “Haven’t you reached rock bottom yet?!”


    Brendan took a deep breath. “Yes! Which is why I need Deirdre. I need to atone!”


    “And what if she doesn’t want your stupid atonement?” Madame Brighthall retorted.


    Brendan felt a pang in his chest and clenched his fists. “I’ll make her ept it.”


    Madame Brighthall turned to face a statue of Mother Mary. “No, I don’t think it’ll work at all. Do you


    really think she’d be eager to leave because of me? No. It’s because she hates you to her very core.


    She wanted to escape you and never see you again in her entire life. If you’re really seeking


    atonement, then put everything about her behind you and settle down with Lena already. Treat her as


    though she’s already


    dead!”


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    “Never!” Brendan snapped unthinkingly. Without flinching, he demanded again, “Where did you hide


    Deirdre?!”


    Madame Brighthall ignored him.


    A coughing fit seized Brendan, but he marched over to the stairs to get to the first floor. Just two steps


    in, he lost his footing and fell.


    “Bren!” Charlene’s eyes reddened, and she tried to help him.


    He pped her hand away coldly.


    He was clearly still seething from their previous conflict. Charlene bit her lip and cursed the fact that


    that. b*tch was still alive-and that Brendan had somehow found out about it too.


    The young man’s sickness had tortured his features into a terrible grimace, but he still stormed up the


    stairs and began searching every room. Madame Brighthall was so appalled that she cried, “You’ve


    gone. insane! Lena is right here, right next to me! The two of you are going to be engaged on the 28th!


    The two of you are going to get married! But you… You are throwing a hysterical tantrum over another


    woman right in front of your bride-to-be! How could you do this to your future wife?!”


    Brendan suddenly fell to his knees, startling the older woman. His downcast eyes revealed no change


    in his resolve as he groaned. “I’ve never begged you for anything, Mom, but this time… I’m begging


    you… Tell me where Deirdre is! She’s suicidal and she’s acted on it multiple times already. Now that


    her mother’s. gone, she’s got nothing left in this world. She might…”


    He scowled, remembering the day when Deirdre had thrown herself off the ledge. The despair in her


    eyes


    The hopelessness on her face before she…


    His heart ached. “The only way for her to live is to have her by my side! I have to find her-I need her


    back! I owe her too much and I can’t have peace until I’ve atoned for it all!”


    “Why you-!”


    Madame Brighthall pressed her hand against her temple. The world was spinning. She had never seen


    her son in this freakishly mulish state before. It took her minutes to finally find the voice to say, “I


    promised her I wouldn’t say a word about her whereabouts, okay? You want to atone? Then think! Has


    it never urred to you that the only time she truly feels free and happy is when she’s freed from


    you?”.


    1 know,” Brendan muttered under his breath. Of course he did.


    His head was splitting. His sickness was acting up, and his limbs were growing weaker. His vision was


    filled with ck spots, and his attention waned. And yet, he still had enough rity in him to answer his


    mother’s question.


    Yes. He knew. The problem was… He couldn’t let her go.


    Maybe he was selfish. Maybe he was an *sshole. But he knew that Deirdre’s absence suffocated him,


    and every moment without her stung with regret, longing, and pain.


    He knew one thing for sure: Without her, he was going mad.


    Brendan looked up at his mother. His face was ashen and grave. “Are you really content to see your


    only son steadily going mad?”


    Madame Brighthall shut her eyes in exasperation and staggered backward a little. Never in her life had


    she imagined her son would lose his marbles over a woman who had appeared out of freaking


    nowhere.


    “If you do not tell me where she is, I’ll find her myself. There will be clues, I know. I don’t care if it takes


    me a week, a month, or a year.”