Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 95 Would It Kill You to Stop Vilifying Her

“…I forgot. I believe that I burned myself accidentally when I was drinking warm water.”

“You’re lying!” Brendan tightened his grip over her lower jaw. He knew Deirdre so well that he knew she would lower her head subconsciously to avoid him every time she lied. “If you don’t tell the truth, don’t blame me for holding Sam accountable.”

Deirdre took a deep breath, shut her eyes, then opened them again. “Charlene did it. Are you satisfied?”

Brendan assumed a disgusted expression as soon as she said it. “Deirdre, you must know your limits when you’re trying to frame someone! Charlene was with me all day long on the 19th, so how could she have hurt you! Would it kill you to stop vilifying Charlene?”

‘Here we go again.”

Deirdre wanted to laugh. He had done everything he could to force her to tell the truth but he refused to believe her when she told the truth. In that case, what was the point of her being honest?

“This is the answer you’ll get if you don’t want me to lie. There’s nothing that I can do if you don’t believe me.”

claim that it was Charlene who hurt you, so how did she hurt you?” Brendan sneered. He would like to find out how far Deirdre’s ability to

Her nails

earlier. He claimed that you attacked Charlene that night, possibly due to some unspoken difficulties. Based on what I see now, you will never change for the better and you’re still as malicious as you’ve always been! How can I believe you when you tell me that she dug her nails. into your hand? Aside from Charlene’s kind temperament and the fact that she would never do something like that, could

was scolded by Brendan. It was fortunate that she was already used to Brendan taking

better, and I’m still extremely malicious. I’m sorry for

her hand, and the impact pushed her to the edge of the bed. Her wounded hand hit the side of the bed, her face turning ghastly

really good at faking things. You could have considered working in the entertainment industry if

tears from the pain but also due to

Please leave, Mr. Brighthall.” Her voice was hoarse and filled with fatigue. She turned and lay on the

shoulder strongly and forced her to turn. over. “You’re tired? I think that you’re embarrassed by

stunned. The woman’s face was drenched in tears, as reflected in his dark

said shakily, “Am I not human, Brendan? Will you stop humiliating me if I die? What have