Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 It’s Because He Won’t Believe You

“It’s fine if you don’t apologize.” Brendan’s expression was cruel. “However, I hope you don’t regret this.”

“Are you going to take it out on Sterling again?” Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. Is this all that you can do?!”

Brendan was not planning on punishing Sterling, yet he was infuriated that she would risk her life to protect him, so he said, “That’s right! You can choose not to apologize to her, but I will make sure that Sterling is on the most popular searches and enjoys the best treatment the paparazzi have to offer these days. You’re going to thank me then!”

‘Brendan is merciless. He would actually blackmail me to this extent…

It was obviously Charlene who had hit her first, yet she was forced to apologize to Charlene. There was no unfairness in Brendan’s world, but there was favoritism

when it came to the woman he loved.

Deirdre was used to that. “Sure, I’ll apologize!”

Charlene stood at the door. She walked into the room when the timing was about right and declined pretentiously. “Forget it, Brendan. Ms. McKinnon is a patient, so how could I possibly make her apologize? It’s good that she is not injured. Plus… I’m fine. I would like to thank Ms. McKinnon for giving me the opportunity to take care of you by myself.”

The situation was better before she spoke, as Brendan’s gaze turned colder as soon as she mentioned this.

Deirdre would apologize to Charlene obediently in an attempt to protect Sterling yet ignore Brendan when he was sick. Her attitude toward Brendan was clear as day. Since she was already so heartless to him, why would he still show concern for her?

“She must apologize for her mistake!” Brendan pursed his thin lips and looked down at her. “Perhaps she doesn’t know her place anymore without being given a warning.”

“Brendan…” Charlene’s eyes reddened with tears, and she said tenderly, “You’re really good to me…”

Deirdre was nauseated by their affection for one another. She endured it with great effort and lowered her head toward Charlene. “I’m sorry, Ms. McKinney. You’re a magnanimous person, so stop fussing about this matter.”

“Of course, Ms. McKinnon. Why would I fuss about this matter with you?” Charlene

took a step forward and held Deirdre’s hand with feigned enthusiasm, yet she held Deirdre’s hand so tightly that her nails dug into Deirdre’s flesh. She only loosened her grip when Deirdre began bleeding.

“Brendan, Ms. McKinnon looks very displeased that she has to apologize to me. I think it would be better for us to leave, right? Your mother will be bringing you her chicken soup coincidentally. I’ll feed you.”

Charlene wrapped her arm around Brendan’s arm and left. Deirdre’s knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, her soft lips trembling from the pain in her hand.

It was Sam who came in and saw the savage, squeezed-up wounds on her hand. He was stunned for a moment. ‘That must be painful!’

He did not care about keeping his distance from her, so he clutched her wrist and asked, “What happened to your hand, Ms. McKinnon?”

Deirdre pulled back her hand and said, “It’s fine.”

“How can you be fine? Your hand is bruised and bleeding!” Sam was confused. “Who did this? Was it Ms. McKinney?”

It looked like a nipping wound caused by long fingernails. Sam was scared out of his wits when he realized that. ‘How can a beautiful woman be so sinister?’

“I’ll get you a doctor and tell Mr. Brighthall while I’m at it!”

“Don’t!” Deirdre hastily held him back, her wounds hurting even more. She was in so much pain that her hands were trembling. She took a deep breath and said, “Get someone to dress the wound, but don’t tell Brendan.”

“Why?” Sam was puzzled. It was obvious that she had the evidence to prove herself.

“No reason.” Deirdre smirked. “It’s because he won’t believe you even if you tell him. He’s angry, so he will only think that I did it to myself to vilify Charlene after seeing the wounds.”

Sam’s expression was slightly unpleasant, but it was possible that Deirdre was right indeed.