Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 194 The Answer in Her Heart

Sam picked up the letter from the floor, and the sight of the writer’s name signed at the bottom made him stop breathing.

The letter appeared to be old, and not in a fake way. It really was the letter left by Ophelia when she had still been alive.

He looked at Deirdre, who was standing in front of him. The woman had stopped moving as soon as the police officer had left and was now dangling from the gate just like before without moving. The jacket had already fallen to the ground during her struggle, and the back of her figure looked emaciated. The sight of her made pity fill his heart.

“Ms. McKinnon…” Sam felt uneasy deep down and spoke in an exploratory manner.

Deirdre slid down from the gate abruptly, her unfocused eyes bloodshot. She shook her head desperately and chanted, “It’s fake… It must be fake! My mother is obviously still alive and well. I heard the voice clip of her saying she missed me. How could someone like her possibly have committed suicide a year ago? This must be Charlene’s scheme!”

Sam was stunned. He had yet to figure out a way to console Deirdre when Deirdre dried her tears and made up her mind. “That must be it. The police officer was fake! He wanted to turn me and Brendan against each other, but I won’t grant his wish. What would I do if I provoked Brendan until he was so angry that he didn’t let me meet my mother?

“Sam, am I right?”

bring himself to answer. He looked at Deirdre’s bloodshot eyes, rendered speechless. He thought to himself, ‘Does Deirdre already

the only way for her to persevere. She could not face any of

letter…” She suddenly began to feel

handed the letter to her personally. Deirdre lowered her gaze and explained, 1

saying that, she left

her room. Her hands were still stained with dust, so she wiped

before she touched the letter. The letter was scentless, with a tinge of moldy musk. It smelled like a letter kept with many other

was blind at that very moment. She could not read the letter and she could feel

the end, she placed the

be hysterical. Or she would be experiencing an emotional breakdown and would

not do any of that. Instead, Deirdre was sitting in the corner of the room in a