Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 651 She Had to Apologize

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Deirdre suddenly understood. She quietly boarded the car and fastened her seat belt.

While the car was moving, Brendan was continuously coughing.

Sometimes, it became so intense that he seemed to be coughing his lungs out.

Even Sam couldn't stand it and suggested, "Mr. Brighthall, shall we get some medicine from the pharmacy?”

"Just drive the car." Brendan gave the most indifferent reply. "Don't waste time. We have to go back as soon as

possible."

Sam had no choice but to speed up.

The moment they arrived at the airport, it was boarding time. Sam gave Deirdre a flight ticket and said, "Miss

McKinnon, do talk to the flight attendants so that they will lead you to your first-class cabin."

What did Sam mean?

Deirdre was startled. "What about you two? Are you not boarding the plane?"

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"Of course we are." Sam hesitated before he added, "It's just that the first class has the last seat available, and Mr.

Brighthall and I are taking the business class."

What a coincidence!

Deirdre felt weird but didn't dwell on it. She went to the flight attendant and was led to her seat. Following that, she

took a nap. When she woke up, she felt very thirsty and called for the flight attendant. When she looked around,

she found that there weren't many people around at all.

When the flight attendant was attending to her, Deirdre requested a cup of water and asked, "Isn't the first-class

cabin full? Why are there so few people?"

"Full?" The flight attendant replied gently, ‘There are still many empty seats in this first-class cabin. It's not full.

Perhaps, you have misheard."

'Misheard? How is it possible? Sam told that-’

In an instant, Deirdre knew what was happening. She thanked the flight attendant, and when the flight attendant

left politely, Deirdre looked out through the window.

She saw only foggy white. When she thought about it carefully, she realized that it had been a while since the last

time she took her medicine to dilute the blood clot in her brain.

She took a shallow breath and felt somewhat cold for a while, even though the cabin was warm.

‘This is perhaps the best ending,’ she thought.

Brendan stayed away from her, and she hated Brendan. In this case, they would go their separate ways and

wouldn't contact each other after getting the divorce certificate. Any misunderstanding was just an inconspicuous

emotion among many instances of hatred.

Even without such an understanding, they couldn't get back to the old days.

Still, Deirdre had to admit that she couldn't forget the scene of Brendan kneeling.

She couldn’t forget the fact that such an arrogant man would kneel to Cillian for her sake and how Brendan had

hysterically threatened Cillian not to do anything to her.

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Brendan obviously shouldn't have had to suffer the consequences of being beaten up, losing his self-esteem and

man's pride, and being ridiculed and belittled by others. Yet, Deirdre had regarded him as the culprit and treated

him with hostility.

Moreover, she turned a blind eye to the distress signal given to her when Brendan was seriously ill. If the open door

had not attracted the hotel staff, Brendan might have died of illness in the room without anyone noticing.

Deirdre clenched her fingertips tightly into her flesh.

She wanted to apologize, not because of Brendan but herself. It was because she wasn’t cold-blooded and couldn't

be so cruel to just pretend that nothing had happened.

This incident would become a thorn in her heart. Hence, she wanted to pull it out-it was all she wanted.

When Deirdre got out of the plane along with the others after the plane landed, Sam and Brendan were already

waiting. Upon getting into the car, Brendan demanded, "Go to the mansion to get the required documents first."

Sam drove toward the mansion. Even though Deirdre couldn't see anything, her chest became stuffier the closer

they got to the mansion.

The things called memories, both good and bad, were running around her mind. They were collectively referred to

as complicated things, and the pressure was overwhelming.

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