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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 188
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Chapter 188 Would You Believe Me if I Told You the Truth

She could no longer care and she did not have the mental capacity to let herself be distracted by that

incident. All she wanted was to meet her mother.

“Nothing happened, really. The idea occurred to me all of a sudden…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Brendan grabbed her face, exuding displeasure with his

overbearing presence. “Deirdre, are you aware that I can see that you’re lying every time you do it?

You’re really disobedient, which makes me think that you just don’t want to meet Ophelia again!”

Deirdre felt her heart racing, and all the blood drained from her face instantly.

In the end, she bit her lower lip tightly and said, “Brendan, would you believe me if I told you the truth?”

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard her reply. “What kind of trick do you

have up your sleeve again? If you’re telling the truth, why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“It was Charlene.”

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Deirdre could feel the coldness emanating from Brendan’s body when she uttered that name. She

found it ironic, but she said, “She showed up suddenly the other day and told me about my mother’s

passing. That was why I had such a huge reaction that I even tried to compel you with my death…”

Brendan’s dark eyes turned gloomy. He stared closely at Deirdre in hopes of seeing the tinge of

pleasure of someone who had successfully framed someone else on her face. However, he did not see

such a thing. There was only calmness in her expression.

In fact, after Brendan fell silent, Deirdre said, “You can choose not to believe me and not to pursue this

matter. You may just assume that I’m lying. The matter is already over anyway.”

However, Brendan knew that this matter was not over because Ophelia was already dead and he had

to figure out a way to comfort Deirdre within two weeks.

Everything was happening precisely due to this fact.

But had Charlene really done this? Was she really cruel enough to tell Deirdre the truth? She obviously

knew better than anybody else the significance of this matter to him and Deirdre!

He did not say anything but he turned around and left. In the car heading to the company, he suddenly

said, “Let’s not head to the company for now. Drive to Charlene’s place instead.”

The driver turned the car around, and the journey to Charlene’s place took a little over 10 minutes.

Brendan got out of the car and saw that a servant had already been assigned to welcome him.

Charlene was still having breakfast when he entered the living room. She greeted him in a warm voice

when she saw him. “Bren.”

Charlene had a smile on her face that made her appear even more graceful, gentle, and charming.

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows deeply, finding it unimaginable that Charlene would do something like

that.

‘Is this another one of Deirdre’s attempts to alienate Charlene?

‘But who is the person who really told Deirdre the truth then?”

Brendan stood in the same spot without doing anything. Charlene’s smile froze on her face for a

moment, and she got up to approach: him. “What’s going on? What brings you to my place so early in

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the morning? You won’t even say a thing. Did something happen?”

She wanted to help Brendan remove his overcoat, but Brendan stretched out his hand to grab her

wrist.” It’s fine. I’ll be heading back to the company in a while. I’m here because I have something to

ask you.”

Charlene’s smile froze on her face for a moment before she assumed an extremely innocent, pure

expression. “What’s going on? You sound so serious.”

“Where were you yesterday?”

“Yesterday?” Charlene pretended to recall. “I was at the cinema. Then, I went shopping with my friends.

from morning till afternoon. I was home by nightfall. What’s going on?”

Brendan’s dark eyes were glistening with coldness, and his expression was nonchalant. “Deirdre

attempted to jump off the villa yesterday.”

“What?” Charlene appeared to be very astonished. In truth, she was well aware of the situation. She

said, ” What happened? Why would Ms. McKinnon actually attempt to commit suicide?”

Brendan’s gaze was locked on Charlene’s face. His flawless, gorgeous face remained unchanged

when he described the situation by enunciating each word clearly. “She found out about Ophelia’s

death.”