Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 46 It’s All Because of Her

Deirdre’s situation was critical. It took the emergency staff hours of grueling effort and focus to operate on her. Everyone was working with bated breath, and no one dared to relax. When it was finally over, they breathed a collective sigh of relief.

She was sent back to the mansion after that. Or to be more accurate, she was quarantined. Brendan hired more watchers to mind her, and now, she was a blind woman who had lost even the privilege to walk outside.

Brendan himself seemed to have vanished from her life.

She asked one of the bodyguards where he was, and all she received was a dismissive, “No idea.”

A few days later, while Deirdre was on her way down the stairs, she overheard the bodyguards chatting among themselves. “No kidding. This sh*t is still boggling to me -why is Mr. Brighthall keeping Mrs. Quasimodo in his bell tower, man? I almost think he’s planning to have her replace Miss McKinney as his babe!… If it weren’t for the fact that he’s been on these non-stop vacations abroad with Miss McKinney, that is.”

“Are you tripping? That’s the most preposterous theory I’ve ever heard! You know Mr. Brighthall loves Miss McKinney the most, right? How else would you explain him casting his business aside and taking her on

trips just because the lady said she’s feeling a little

was because Charlene had been sick lately, prompting him to drop everything just

miserable, right? Not that she

a voice

scheduled visits. Her bandage, the doctor had said, needed to be redressed every three days so it would not leave a nasty scar on her neck. The injury had not been

amusing. Why would someone whose face was already ruined

this time,” she answered. She could not opt

felt for the handrail and descended the stairs before feeling around for the

phone vibrated, and he looked down and snickered nonchalantly. “Another one got exposed. It’s like a rite of passage to do something dirty before you become a star entrepreneur at this age, yeah?” he began. “She even had the identity of her bastard son

her bastard son’s picture. Honestly, the kid looks pretty alright, but the stink of his mother, who committed manslaughter? Brr. Heard the