Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 449


    Chapter 449 How Much Longer Should Her Torment Last?


    “This article is proof!”


    “Article?” Den’s features twisted into an unamused re. “I can write a hundred of those fake


    articles with a slightly different bend. People don’t even have to attach their real names to half of this


    trashy fake news now, let alone do old-fashioned things like corroborating it with solid evidence.


    “Honestly, who gave you the right to harass someone innocent over some tabloid’s piss-poor excuse of


    an article?”


    “Mr. King


    “You’re all right, Miss McKinnon. Ain’t no reason to y nice to *ssholes, right?” he replied reassuringly.


    “Wait, Miss ‘McKinnon’? Her name is McKinnon!?”


    “What’s that to you, news as well?” Den pped back. “Should I call the cops and have them read


    her personal information to you too?”


    The woman finally quaked. Her friend tugged on her shirt, and they left in embarrassment.


    Deirdre fought back her tears. It felt like a crater had erupted from the inside of her skull. She had to


    calm herself down with several deep breaths before muttering, “Mr. King, what is going on?”


    Den was just as confused. “Someone’s got their eyes on you.”


    “What does that mean?”


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    “Someone must have recognized you while you were walking around the hospital, taken your picture,


    and sold it to fake news agencies with sh*tty rep. They made a big story about you being Brighthall’s


    ex-wife, and you’re now back here ‘trying to get together again.”


    “You know what the media is like nowadays. They will publish anything to get views and clicks. This is


    especially true when one of the protagonists is at his most milkable moments right now, so with your


    story, they spread it out like it was the gue.”


    Deirdre felt her head spinning. “You’re telling me it’s already out there? The news?”


    “Don’t worry. I’ve got my people to suppress the matter as much as we can on the Inte. We’lle


    out with a rification of some kind. Anything to lower the damageing at you.”


    She could feel a headacheing. This was not what worried her at all. “What about Brendan?” she


    asked, her voice trembling. Her fists were red from her force, and her eyes were widening in fear. “If


    people in this hospital know, then… he must have read it too!”


    Den was stunned. He had thought Deirdre was worried about character assassinations or the threat


    to her freedom, but it turned out she was worried about whether Brendan knew about her.


    “No, I don’t think so. He and Kyran have their operations on the same day. He should be inside by


    now.”


    “That’s good…” Deirdre exhaled in relief. Her face was still white as a sheet. Her eyes were red.


    “Thank you, Mr. King. Please help me bury this on the Inte. And onest thing….


    “I’m not a murderer, I swear.”


    She was worried that Den would begin to doubt who she was. She could not let it happen-this was


    about Deirdre’s moral character!


    “I know.”


    She was stunned. “You… know?”


    Even Madame Brighthall had no idea. How did someone who lived as far as Eastgene know, then?


    He considered her surprise and exined, “I can tell from the times we’ve been hanging out together,


    Miss McKinnon You’re a kind soul. There is no way you could be the type to run if you identally run


    someone over. Besides, you hate Brendan so much that I’m willing to bet he framed you for the crime.”


    Deirdre said nothing. Her eyes were wet. She breathed as hard as she could, yet she could not calm.


    herself. A man who had only spent a few months with her knew her inability to harm better than


    anyone.


    But the other man who had spent years? And all the things he had done against her?


    ‘The irony is biting. Brendan Brighthall, just how long are you going to keep tormenting me!?”


    “I… Thank you…” Deirdre croaked.