Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 161 He Was Angry

Sam replied, “I’m not very sure.”

He was unsure indeed because he had been guarding the door at the time without stepping into the

room even for a moment.

“Mr. Brighthall talked to the attending physician for a while in the room and left afterward. Why?”

Deirdre said with a bitter smile, “It has been close to a week since he last came here.”

She had not felt much previously, but the situation was different now. The truth about Bliss’ death had

already surfaced, and she wanted to hand the evidence to Brendan so eagerly that she could not wait a

moment longer.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, unable to figure out the situation either. However, he tried to pacify her by

saying, “Don’t worry, Ms. McKinnon. It’s possible that the company has been busy.”

Deirdre did not believe him because she knew that Brendan would still find time to visit the comatose

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Deirdre on the third floor daily even if he was so busy at work. Nothing could stop him from coming if he

wanted to.

Besides, it had been a week. He could not be so busy that he’d be occupied for a week, so it was

apparent that he was reluctant to come.

She took a deep breath, wishing that this could continue, but she could not procrastinate anymore, not

when the evidence was right before her.

“Sam, please lend me your phone to call Brendan, will you?”

Sam could not bring himself to say no. He dialed the number and passed the phone to Deirdre. Deirdre

pressed the phone against her ear and the call was picked up after a while. The man’s attractive voice.

was tainted with coldness when he asked nonchalantly, “What’s going on, Sam?”

He did not sound like he was busy.

Deirdre smirked in a self-mocking manner and said bitterly, “It’s me, Deirdre.”

The other end of the line was silent. Perhaps he was considering whether he should hang up. In the

end, he resisted the urge and asked impatiently, “Anything wrong?”

“Hmm.” Deirdre asked, “Are you free today? I… I have something that I need your help with.”

“I’m not free.” Brendan rejected her without the slightest hesitation. “Just get Sam to help you if you

need anything. You’re the best at getting a man and flirting with him, aren’t you? However, I don’t have

the time. to play your cat-and-mouse game.”

He ended the call coldly, and even Sam felt uneasy while listening to his cruel remarks. Deirdre was

used to it but she was still confused by Brendan’s hot and cold attitude.

Her heart told her that something had happened, but she could not figure out what it was.

Sam said, “Ms. McKinnon, shall I take it to Mr. Brighthall personally?”

“It’s fine.” Deirdre rejected his offer. Charlene was involved in this case, and Sam’s help with acquiring

evidence was already beyond his job description. If he were to hand in the evidence to Brendan in

person, perhaps Brendan would penalize Sam.

“I’ll wait to be discharged.” She would meet Brendan personally when she was discharged from the

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hospital.

“That’s fine too.” Sam did not insist but he advised Deirdre to rest before he turned around and left.

Deirdre placed the document carefully under her pillow but she could not sleep. She felt suffocated by

the emotions that swarmed her head. On one hand, she wanted the truth about this incident to be

revealed, but she was also afraid.

She was afraid that the evidence would be utterly meaningless to Brendan. If he chose to love

Charlene, everything else would be regarded as a useless joke.

She fell asleep feeling anticipation and ineffable fear. She lost track of time and only woke up when the

door was opened. She was a light sleeper, and she opened her eyes as soon as she woke up.

She wondered if it was Sam, when she smelled the pungent smell of alcohol in the air and furrowed her

eyebrows.

“Brendan?”

The person did not answer but he took off his jacket and leaned close to her roughly.

Deirdre endured the man’s rough movements weakly, as well as the resentment and anger in his cold

eyes. He was angry.

Deirdre could not figure out why because nothing had happened during this period of time.

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