Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 156 How Did She Get the Injury on Her Hands She was under the assumption that her well-coordinated lie would be flawless. Brendan’s expression

turned cold, and his dark eyes were rippling with evilness as he stared closely at the speaking servant.

“So, you let her punish herself by standing outside just because she said so? You feel no sympathy at

all. If she were to tell you that she wanted to commit suicide, would you give her a knife too?”

The servant’s face turned ghastly pale in an instant. She hastily defended herself by saying, “No… I

wouldn’t… Mr. Brighthall, we’ve already advised Miss McKinnon against doing it, but Miss McKinnon

insisted on…”

Blood drained from Charlene’s face similarly. She did not expect that Brendan would be so concerned

about Deirdre that he would lecture her servants.

“Brendan, it’s my fault. I was too tired, so I went upstairs to rest after chatting with Miss McKinnon for a

while, and that is why I didn’t notice that she punished herself by standing outside at once.” Charlene

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expressed her grievance, yet her face was already stiff from the piercing cold wind. She could only curl

her lips as she said, “It’s too cold outside. Miss McKinnon’s body can’t withstand the cold. Why don’t

we go inside and talk later?”

Deirdre refused to walk. She looked in Charlene’s direction and cracked a smile. “Will you still forgive

me if I go inside?”

Charlene’s hands that were pulled back into her sleeves clenched tightly, but she forced a chuckle on

the surface. “What are you talking about, Miss McKinnon? Haven’t I already forgiven you?”

“That’s right.” The servant chimed in. “How can you forget about that, Miss McKinnon? Miss McKinney

has never blamed you from the start.”

‘Never blamed me from the start?’

Deirdre felt that there was nothing else more amusing in this world than this. Before she could laugh.

about it, a dizzy spell hit her like a storm. Her body relaxed, her mind went blank, and she collapsed.

“Miss McKinnon!” Charlene feigned her shock.

In an instant, Brendan’s sturdy grip caught Deirdre’s collapsing body. She weighed nothing much and

felt. light in his arms. He felt a feeling of discomfort beyond his expectation while he looked at Deirdre’s

face, which had turned green from the cold.

He felt as if he could not breathe-he felt suffocated.

He shielded Deirdre from the wind, opened the car door, and placed Deirdre in the backseat.

Charlene was freezing but endured it and stepped forward to explain herself, “Brendan, why aren’t you

speaking to me? Are you mad at me? I swear that I never ordered Miss McKinnon to stand outside as

punishment. Even though Miss McKinnon has vilified and framed me and almost caused my death, I’ve

never blamed her, so how can I possibly do something so malicious?”

Brendan shut the door so that no trace of coldness could seep into the car. Soon afterward, he

suppressed his agitation and looked at Charlene once again. “How about the injuries on her hands?

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How did she get them?”

Those badly mutilated wounds with unknown causes and the wrinkled-looking flesh both inside and

outside the wounds were bloody.

“Uh…” Charlene bit her lower lip tightly and looked at the servant next to her.

The servant immediately said, “Miss McKinnon tried to atone for her crime by getting water from the

well in the backyard to do laundry. As for the severity of the injury on her hands… Perhaps she

mutilated herself when she pulled the rope from the well on purpose. I believe she has always been

very good at asking for pity to vilify Miss McKinney.”

“Shut up, Greenlee!” Charlene scolded Greenlee with reddened eyes. “What do I teach you on usual

days? How could you speak ill of Miss McKinnon like this!”

Soon afterward, she admitted to Brendan by saying, “Brendan, it’s my fault. I never put in the effort to

find out about these things. Miss McKinnon has been working on chores since she got here in her

glorified mission to atone for her crime. I told her that it was fine, but she refused to accept it… If only I

could be by Miss McKinnon’s side at all times…”

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