Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 484


    Chapter 484 It Wasn’t His Fault


    Mrs. Cox was just as surprised to see her. “Aren’t you up early, sweetie? Having trouble sleeping?”


    “I just got up. I am feeling a little thirsty.”


    “Well, let me get you a ss of warm water. Wait here by the door,” said the kind woman, pouring a


    ss for her before setting her sight on the pouring rain outside. “Damn, it’s raining again.” She sighed.


    “The roads are going to be wet and slippery. Straight up a hazard to use.”


    Deirdre took a sip. “You should stay at home today, Mrs. Cox. You might get hurt if you go out despite


    the condition. I’ve got 90 bucks you could us-”


    “Oh no. Heck, no. You can’t see well, it’s not easy for you to get a job, and you can’t afford not to have.


    money with you. You can’t buy anything if you don’t have money!” Mrs. Cox protested. “All you’ve been


    wearing these days are my old clothes. It doesn’t matter if you’re the goddess of beauty herself. These


    rags are bringing your shine down, sweetie. No, you should go to the market with Hoyt and buy at


    least. two nice outfits for yourself.”


    Deirdre’s eyes twinkled. “But I like these clothes. I’m not picky about my outfits. You should hold onto


    the money, too. Just think of it as funding for our meals.”


    Mrs. Cox had no n to ept it at all, but a new thought popped into her mind. “Hey, wait a minute.


    What happened to the coat you hung in your room? It’s gone!”


    “I sold it,” Deirdre said cidly.


    “You sold it!? Is that where that 90 bucks came from!?” Mrs. Cox gasped in disbelief. “I don’t know how


    much it’s worth, but there is no way it’s worth only 90 bucks! Have you gone mad?”


    Deirdre shed her teeth. “It was just secondhand junk. Besides, I’m never wearing that thing ever


    again.”


    Wearing it would always invite thoughts she did not want-thoughts she wished could just be banished


    to the depth of her brain. It made her think of the ward, the times she had spent with Kyran, the kiss in


    the amusement park….


    His scent was embedded in every inch of that coat. It was that same scent that caused her mind to go.


    haywire.


    Mrs. Cox understood immediately. “It was a gift from your beau, wasn’t it, sweetie?”


    She did not let Deirdre answer. “What grave sin did hemit to earn his girlfriend’s hate? To the point


    that she doesn’t want anything to do with something he gave her?”


    Deirdre froze. If Kyran was Brendan all along-then yes! He hadmitted sins! He had killed her


    mother! He had sent her, an innocent woman, to prison! He had fabricated an entire identity from the


    ground up and duped her for his entertainment!


    Were none of these counted as sins?


    Her heart ached. She shed Mrs. Cox a mirthless smile.


    The woman could tell she was reluctant to dwell on it, so she held her hand. “Hard to take it out of your


    chest, huh? Well, you don’t have to. It was definitely his fault!”


    Deirdre stiffened. Then, sheughed. “Are you sure?”


    “H*ll yeah, I am!” Mrs. Cox dered firmly. “You are sweet, kind, and a precious little doll! I bet you


    don’t even have a temper, do you? That jerkwad must have done something mighty crappy to upsetN?velDrama.Org content.


    you like this!”


    Deirdre was moved.


    “And you know what? He was just a boyfriend! He was no husband yet! So leave that no-good trash to


    his miserable life and move on. I’m d he’s not hoarding a sweetheart like you to himself now! In


    fact… You could give Hoyt a try. He’s a good soul, I tell you. He’s just… unlucky.”


    Deirdre caught the subtext and asked, “What happened to him?”


    Mrs. Cox sighed. “He had a childhood sweetheart he really liked. They were so close together when


    they were in school. They even talked about marriage and making a family together. Her father didn’t


    approve of it, so he introduced the girl to some fat cat in his 50s as his mistress or whatever. Poor Hoyt


    was begging on his knees outside their house for an entire day, but that family just wouldn’t open their


    door to let him in.


    “You know why he didn’t stay any longer? Because he fell unconscious outside, and his family had to


    take him away! From then on, Hoyt never looked for love again. Sure, he says he’s over it and isn’t


    looking anymore, but I know the truth. He looks down on himself. He thinks he doesn’t deserve to be


    loved.” Deirdre had no idea. She frowned slightly. “But none of it was his fault.”