Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 615 You Owe Us an Explanation

No one knew how long it had passed. When everything ended, Brendan draped his clothes over Deirdre.

Deirdre curled herself up silently like a frozen shrimp, trying her very best to keep herself as far away as possible

from Brendan.

Brendan lit a cigarette, but he snubbed it out the next second. "I told you. You're going to regret it."

Deirdre remained silent, her body shaking.

Brendan heaved out a sigh and opened the door. "I need to go do something.”

He got out of the car and turned around. Deirdre still remained motionless. After he closed the door, she bit her lips

tightly, and tears streamed down her face.

Deirdre had done something terribly wrong. She felt she was the most loathful person in the world. When she

thought of Kyran, she felt so much pain that it felt like someone was pulling her heart out of her chest.

However, she could not blame anyone, not even Brendan, for what had happened. After all, she was the one who

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had asked for it.

Her head was swimming. While wiping the tears off her face, she heard someone screaming loudly and cracking

noises outside.

She got up and groped around with her hands until she found the car door handle. When she opened the door and

came out, someone walked upto her and said, "Miss McKinnon, Mr. BrighthalI said that you can't get out of the car."

It was Fionn.

She subconsciously wrapped her arms around her body while Fionn turned his head away. Her neck was now

mottled with red welts.

"I heard some noises. Did something happen inside the house?”

Their car was stopped in front of Kings Manse, so the noise could only come from the house.

Fionn looked toward Kings Manse and said, "I don't know, but..."

He set his jaw tightly and continued. "I assume that Mr. BrighthalI is asking them for an explanation."

"Explanation?" Deirdre was stunned. She was worried that Brendan would go beat Declan up, so she wanted to stop

him. However, a surge of heart wrenching pain struck her just as she took a step forward. She took a few deep

breaths to suppress the pain and grabbed Brendan’s shirt even tighter around her.

"Miss McKinnon?" Fionn called out to her, "You can’t get out of the car!"

"Get out of my way, Fionn," said Deirdre. "I'm sure Brendan will make things difficult for Declan. I can't just sit by

and do nothing."

She couldn’t let Brendan beat up Declan. She mustn’t let those people get things their way.

Just as Fionn was about to explain anything, Deirdre got out of the car and headed straight into the mansion. Using

her memory to guide her, she soon found her way to the living room. However, the living room was a mess.

The first thing that welcomed Deirdre when she stepped into the mansion was the cries of pain of a man and the

thick stench of blood in the air. As if he was going to kill the man, Brendan raised his fist and smashed it into the

face of the man under him again and again.

Just when she was about to shout to ask him to stop, Mr. King Sr. snarled," Brendan! Have you gone out of your

mind!? How could you beat up Cillian? Do you want to make the Kings your enemies? This isn’t Neve. You can't do

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whatever you want here!"

'Cillian?'

Deirdre was stunned.

'Brendan is beating up Cillian?'

It was only then Fionn caught up to Deirdre. "Miss McKinnon, we've already sent Mr. Declan to the hospital!"

Brendan's gaze was bloodshot. He grabbed Cillian by the collar of his shirt and looked just like a predator glaring at

its prey. Cillian's face was filled with bruises and blood. Gone was the dashing young man.

When Brendan heard Mr. King Sr.'s warning, he was stunned for a moment, then landed another punch on Cillian.

"Quick,y! Pull him away!" shouted Mr. King Sr.

He was not only beating up Cillian, but he was also looking down on the Kings.

"Mr. King Sr.!"

At that moment, Deirdre’s voice rang out from the door and wafted into everyone’s ears. Even though she looked

fragile in Brendan's trench coat, there was a calm expression on her pretty face as if she was not the victim.

"It’s true that Brendan shouldn't beat up your son, but don’t you think you owe us an explanation too?"

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