Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274 Die, Brendan!

Deirdre did not answer but she continued talking about this topic. “You took away the house where my mother was staying and let her be taken by some unknown psychiatric facility to be punished. She was 40 years old but she was forced to eat. rotten food and get beaten up. I had no choice but to submit myself after seeing how cruel you were…”

Brendan’s pupils constricted abruptly and he felt incredulous.

“Hold on! What are you talking about? I did take back the house where your mother was residing but I never let her be taken by that psychiatric facility. Do you remember it wrong?”

“Remember it wrong?” Tears streamed down Deirdre’s face continuously.

The scene that had taken place a year ago had haunted her nightmares for countless nights. Her mother used to be a proud woman when she was young, yet she had been treated like an animal when she was sick because of Deirdre.

‘Brendan made such a casual remark about me remembering it wrong… Would that turn back time and return everything to its previous state?’

Deirdre sobbed shakily, her eyes bloodshot. “That’s right, I might be remembering wrong, but how is this related to whether I remember it correctly? You’re so aloof and you have no regard for other people anyhow, so I’m sure that you wouldn’t have paid attention to a small trick you played in the past!”

“Deirdre!” Brendan furrowed his eyebrows tightly, and his expression was filled with intense anger. He was furious, not only because of Deirdre’s sarcasm, but also because of her unexpected attitude. “What kind of nonsense are you talking about? I said I didn’t do that, and that means I didn’t do it. Do I still need to defend myself? I have absolutely no idea what the situation is at the psychiatric facility that you are talking about!”

“How about the part when you promised that you’d take good care of my mother?” Deirdre was hysterical. She turned around, her expression distorted from agony while tears kept streaming down her face frantically. “How about when you told me that my mother would live a good life if I agreed to be the scapegoat?”

Brendan was stunned. “What?”

However, before he could inquire further, he suddenly felt a piercing pain radiating. from his abdomen the next moment. Brendan lowered his head, only to discover that the knife in the woman’s hand had already been stabbed into his body. Blood was

dripping down, and his mind went blank.

He saw the woman’s bloodshot eyes and watched every action of hers as if in slow motion until she stabbed half of the knife further into his body in a rage.

“Die, Brendan!”

Brendan staggered and stumbled backward, feeling the piercing pain spreading in his abdomen and stripping him of his strength. He leaned against the window and looked at Deirdre in confusion.

“Deirdre… You…”

His lips turned ghastly pale, and he was rendered incapable of completing his sentence. He watched the woman with bloodshot eyes as she held the knife, feeling as if she had turned into someone else. Someone frantic.

They had still been cuddling so intimately yesterday night, lying on the same bed…

Everything changed completely at that very moment.

It felt as if they were no longer a married couple but enemies. Brendan found the sight of the hatred, anger, and murderous intent in Deirdre’s expression obvious and hurtful.

“Deirdre…” He took a deep breath, clutched her wrist, and said with great difficulty, “I didn’t… I didn’t put your mother in harm’s way…”

He suddenly realized that Maeve’s perfect disguise had failed the test of time anyhow. He realized that Deirdre had seen through the lie and found out the truth.

She had learned that Ophelia had jumped to death, and he figured that she was in agony.

“I’m sorry…”

Deirdre’s gaze was frantic. “Sorry? Will your apology resurrect her? The most

worthless thing in the world is the word ‘sorry’!”

She loathed the word and the way it was used to level everything so cruelly. She had been deceived, lied to, and regarded as a fool…