Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 98 No Other Way to Explain

“Show your hands.”

Brendan stood in front of the window, his flawless face radiating coldness at that very moment. He was even speaking in a tone deprived of its prior gentleness.

“What…. What happened?” Charlene stretched out her hands with a forced chuckle.” What happened… Why are you being so serious? You’re making me nervous.”

Brendan examined her nails. It had only been two days since the incident, so her nails had yet to grow much. They had been manicured into a stiletto shape, making them pointy in the middle. If she were to dig her nails hard into someone’s flesh, it would be considered merciful for the victim to experience puncture wounds and not. lose chunks of flesh.

“Did you do something to your nails?” asked Brendan with narrowed eyes.

“Huh?” Charlene pulled back her hands with a guilty conscience. “I’m not really sure. I got a fresh manicure two days ago. Perhaps they have been polished a little?”

“Did you cause the injury on Deirdre’s hands?”

bring up an incident that had already taken place a few days ago. ‘How is Deirdre capable of

Charlene immediately calmed herself and said with feigned anxiety,” Is Ms. McKinnon injured again? Where’s

looked at Charlene, who was stunned for a moment. Soon, her eyes reddened with tears. “Bren… Why are you looking at me like this? You can’t be thinking that I’m the one

was already pushed to the limits of his patience. Deirdre’s hands are covered in infected wounds punctured by nails, and the injury happened on the 19th. On the other hand, you two held hands once on

that I punctured her hands on

had refused to believe that in the past, but the answer was apparent

“Apologize to her.”

the chance to explain myself. If I really did hurt Ms. McKinnon at the time, why didn’t she mention it? You’ve already decided that I was at

face. Before Brendan could speak, she sobbed and said, “I understand now. I’m sure that Ms. McKinnon is the one who told you, right? You feel so sorry enough for her that you would accuse

on the bed. She had

She hated it.

blame on me, Ms. McKinnon. However, I must have

had an emotional breakdown and ran out

apart from her calmness, she was slightly