Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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"I know I called him Bren, but it was just a ploy to ingratiate myself with him. It happens when you really need

someone's help. You can't sound like a belligerent *ss.

"You remember what I said just now, right? I asked him if he still holds a grudge against me. That's really the crux of

our disagreement. I hated his guts, so I left. I didn't try to explain myself or resolve any conflict between us, which

caused him to resent me even more. I even thought he hung up on me because he refused to help me."

Deirdre was nailed to her spot. She did remember the words Declan had used. If she was right about Brendan and

Declan's relationship, then the latter would not have said something like, "are you still holding a grudge", would he?

Her expression relaxed. Pressing her lips tight, she asked, "So... you’re in a bind, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Is it... serious?" asked Deirdre, concerned. Anything that could make Declan ask Brendan for help must be some

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grim affair.

He was silent for a moment before finally answering, "A day after I returned to Eastgene, my sister-in-law talked to

me in private. She told me something bad will happen to me during the upcoming party. I was about to ask for

details when my brother appeared, so I have no idea what will happen."

"I see." Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows. She understood why Declan stopped himself from asking for more. The

man shared a very complicated relationship with his sister-in-law, so both of them had a vested interest in avoiding

any suspicion or rumor as much as possible.

"But if she finds it important to warn me, then whatever's gonna happen at that party has to be big. I need

someone who can help me when I'm in a bind, the sort of person my brother would rather not offend. The only

person who fits the bill is Brendan Brighthall."

"What about Kyran?" Deirdre could not help but ask, "Can't he help?"

Declan chuckled softly. "Him being abroad at the moment is certainly a limitation, but even if he could make it in

time for the party, he can’t rear his head."

'Why not?"

"Because my brother will notice and instantly know that I’m plotting something. It's no different from tipping him off

to stay alert."

Deirdre sank into silence. The Kings had an even bigger knot than she had previously envisioned.

"God, I feel like an idiot for misunderstanding you."

Declan laughed dryly. "Nah. I would have done the same if I were you, too, so I’m not offended. Honestly, I'm more

interested to know why you’re the one answering Brendan's phone. It's morning now, right?"

His sudden pivot to another subject made Deirdre grimace. "I... I'm not legally divorced yet, so yesterday, we met

up to discuss it. Then a massive downpour happened, and we had no choice but to rest up in a hotel for the time

being."

"Huh?" He let out a chuckle, but he sounded weary. "You don't have to worry, Miss McKinnon. I believe in your

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character. It's a good thing you're nearby. You can pass him a message and tell him I called after he's awake.

'That’s all, really. I’m heading for a rest."

"Okay."

The call ended.

Deirdre could not help but think about how the birthday party in Eastgene had cost Declan an entire night of sleep.

'The troubles that have latched onto him sound so grave... What if Brendan still refuses to help?'

She set the phone down. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Deirdre made her way to it, but instead of

opening it immediately, she asked,"

Who's this?"

"Good morning, ma'am. I'm from last night. I was just wondering whether your friend's fever has gotten better.

Does he still need an ambulance?"

Deirdre recognized her voice. "Give me a moment!"

She felt her way to the couch and placed her hand on Brendan's forehead.

It was still hot to the touch, but compared to what it was last night, it was clear he was getting much better.

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