Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 473 Quarrel With Your Boyfriend?

If Deirdre were to fall, she would be drowned to death even if she survived the fall.

Deirdre felt a shiver down her spine. She stretched out her hand to grab the vegetation roots next to her and found that they were very sturdy.

She took a deep breath and prepared physically and mentally before grabbing the vegetation and moving to the right on the slope, which was almost 90 degrees.

A few wounds opened up on her hands from the friction, and there were countless scratches on her body as well. She felt the burning, piercing pain in her palms, but she did not have the courage to slow down at all. She loosened her grip only when she finally arrived at a not-so-steep path.

Her palms were covered in blood.

Deirdre wanted to cry from the pain but endured it with her teeth clenched and continued to walk down the path.

She was afraid that the man would come after her. She had already lost the strength to run, even though she could see the place a little clearer now.

She lost count of how long she walked, her head feeling muddled until a piercing light swept toward her. A vigilant voice asked, “ Who’s there?”

her eyes and spoke in a pressing voice. “Save me! Please help

mountain? You fell from the mountain, and it’s fortunate that you survived the ordeal. Look at your body. Not a patch of your skin is unscathed, and

smiled. “My face was scarred

so?” The woman heaved a sigh out of

certainly be in a lot of pain if you wash in

“Alright...”

her entire body in the tub. The water was cold, yet it allowed her to

and the memory of Kyran surged into her mind frantically. She stuck her

bathroom and was startled by the sight of the scene. She hastily dropped the clothes in her hands and approached Deirdre. “What’s

head with all her might. “I... I’m fine. I put my head under

only for you to wash up. It’s not good for you to

“Hmm.”

clothes are from when I was younger. They are outdated, but they should do just fine keeping you

dressed, and the woman asked while she dressed Deirdre’s wounds, “Do you remember the phone number of a close family member? How about

a daze. When she was jolted back to reality,

family, and