Chapter 293 Why Can’t I Let It Go?

“You’re right!” Madam Russel said, nodding as hard as a bobblehead on a bumpy road. She scooped a portion of mashed potatoes and set it on Deirdre’s plate. “Either way, you should eat more! Your body needs it, dear. Give me some time. I’m gonna get a locksmith to break the lock to your courtyard in a few days.”

“Sure.”

Everyone in Brendan Brighthall’s proximity knew a new demon had possessed the man. He had been dedicating himself, headfirst, to his work, almost welcoming the deluge, and had been found spending the nights in his office.

His assistant could not take it anymore. “Mr. Brighthall? You’ve finished reading your paperwork, right? Last I checked, there isn’t anything important or urgent pending your attention, so maybe… Maybe you should go home. Rest up for the day, okay?”

She stopped shy of telling him why she thought it was necessary-the terrible blue-black eyebags and his almost gaunt visage.

Brendan propped his forehead with his palm. As soon as he stopped, fatigue washed over him like a shroud of black fog threatening to blind him. He gave a small nod. “Alright.”

her? When his home was covered in traces of her,

part of his mind knew that if he kept up his workaholic

suit and appointed a driver

reached home. He saw people moving boxes out of the house across the court. Then, when he got out of the car, his

shot daggers at the poor young man.” Who the hell gave you the authority

jerked. Charlene walked out of the living room just in time. “Bren!

few chuckles. “We’re about to be engaged, and I’ll be moving in really soon, aren’t I? So, I thought of tidying the place up for the incoming good news, you know? Ms. McKinnon has passed on, after all. We, the living, should let go too,

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room doesn’t even concern you. More importantly, you’re

was why it was imperative to remove

did not expect him to return in the

in grief from seeing her things, Bren. So I took matters into my own hands. I

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