Chapter 297 Where Did You Hide Her?!

“100%, Mr. Brighthall. Going down there in this weather was no piece of cake, sir. We wouldn’t resurface. without any results unless there was no result to begin with,” the diver answered. “Honestly, this is my first time seeing something like this. Not a single body inside a car skidded into the sea-that’s just creepy!”

“Maybe the body got moved elsewhere by the current?” someone else asked.

The man shook his head. “Hell no. The windows were shut, man. No one could have pushed the car open against water pressure after the entire vehicle plunged into the sea. The only plausible explanation is that

no one was in the car when it went down.”

“No one was inside.’

It felt like an explosion in Brendan’s chest. He could not even tell if most of it was joy or sorrow-all he knew was that it soared straight into his skull and caused the world to spin before his eyes. He felt ready to black out altogether.

Deirdre was not dead.

fake-out to kill his attachment to her. He remembered her getting into this exact vehicle as soon as she had left the station and became convinced

he ordered Sam, “I want

he felt cold, then hot, then cold again. His fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. And yet,

She had faked her death

cruelty! Had she had no idea just how much pain and grief she would cause him? Or was that the exact

point, and his head was

his fever to a standstill for

his eyes, he was already lying down on the living room couch. Dr. Ginger was by his side, and his phone kept ringing

endured the discomfort, and picked up the call. Sam took a deep breath and said, Mr. Brighthall? I found him.

all it took for Brendan to barge into the old family

praying, her fingers laced around the rosary beads. The housekeeper, who had failed to stop Brendan from breaking in, stood awkwardly aside and glanced at Madame

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