Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 848

Chapter 848 You Disappoint Me What is going on?

Had Brendan been deceiving her all along! ? Mrs.Engel was trying her best to comfort the distraught young woman.

"Miss McKinnon, please calm down! You can’t just listen to something she said and immediately believe her, right? Why is whatever she said automatically real? Mr.Brighthall’s gunshot wound is real, you saw that.There was no lie about that!"

She was right.

Brendan’s injury was real, or he would not have been so hurt he could not sleep.

Henry’s sister could have lied just to gain forgiveness and sympathy.

And yet, Deirdre’s mind was in disarray.

Any mood she had to stay in the shopping district was gone.She hailed a cab and quickly returned to the mansion.She strode into the living room and found nobody there.She rose the stairs to where the study was, and right before she pushed the door open, she heard sounds—a conversation.

"Have you found our wanted person?"

"We're close.The mole hides well, so it’s not easy to sniff them out for the time being."

"Hmph.What’s the rush? The prey is well within our reach." Sam smiled.

"It went exactly as you predicted, Mr.Brighthall.Those people wouldn’t have jumped the gun and exposed themselves sooner if you didn’t shoot yourself in the shoulder.Besides, thanks to this injury, Miss McKinnon also stopped being so hostile to you."

Mentioning Deirdre immediately summoned Brendan’s gentler side.

"What time is it now?"

"Over 3:00 p.m., sir."

"Pass me my car keys.I should take her home now."

She heard the sound of his footsteps before the door was yanked open.

Brendan looked up and found himself staring face-to-face with the woman he was thinking about.

His black eyes reflected genuine bewilderment.

But her eyes were red.

She swung and decked her hand across his cheek as hard as she could.

"M-Miss McKinnon!"Sam sprang out from the room frantically, " Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

This is not what you—"

"Shut up, all of you!" thundered Deirdre.

She took a deep breath.Her brain felt like ground zero to a nuclear blast.Her body was trembling despite herself.

She was livid—and so utterly disappointed.

His duplicity was far from a white lie.

This was a deliberate con where she was the butt of the joke.

She believed him! She believed he would stick his neck out to rescue Tobey and believed him when he claimed he had gotten hurt for both her sake and the sake of those she held dear.

She looked up and leveled a cold glare at Sam.

"I thought you’d never lie to me."

Sam tried to explain himself, "But Miss McKinnon, it’s true! Mr.Brighthall—"

"What? Got hurt for my sake? Or was he hurt for the sake of setting me up as the dunce? For the sake of gaining my sympathy and care when he doesn’t deserve it? For the sake of making me the punchline because watching me being conflicted about my feelings and sympathy is such prime material for entertainment! ?"

Deirdre’s eyes went icy.

"You disappoint me, Sam."

Her exchange tellingly excluded Brendan—as though he had ceased to exist after she slapped him.

She would not spare him even a look She was no longer disappointed with this one, it seemed.

She had simply grown numb to his duplicity.

It was just a few seconds, but it was enough time for Deirdre to accept the fact that Brendan was just a disgusting b*stard who would do anything for his gains.

Pain flared in her abdomen.

Maybe the flames of her rage had somehow spread to her baby.

Deirdre held it with her hand, turned around, and started toward the stairs.

Brendan gripped her by her wrist.

His eyes were uncharacteristically watery.

Hapless panic shadowed his handsome features for the first time.

"Don’t go, Dee."

Deirdre was disgusted at how tightly he held her, how strongly he gripped her.

Eyes beet red, she glared at the man whose features she could not make out.

"Just how much truth is there in anything you say, Brendan?"

Brendan cleared his throat.

Deirdre snickered and snatched her hand away from him.

"You’ve been a pretender for so long you fooled even yourself."