Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 865

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Chapter 865 Why Aren't You the Dead One?

Deirdre was stunned for a short while. By the time she recovered from her surprise, she had assumed a sarcastic

expression. "Aren't I punishing you now?"

Brendan was actually irrefutable.

"Moreover, how is prison any different from being confined in your house to be with you? I feel that there's more

freedom to be in prison anyway. I don't have to see you daily and be disgusted by you at the very least."

Deirdre's remark was cruel. Brendan felt his head spinning, and he could not tell if he was feeling unpleasant or if

he was ill. He clenched his fists tightly and suppressed his unusual demeanor.

"Do you know what will happen after this?”

Brendan's eyes were bloodshot. "No one can guarantee your safety or survival when you’re in prison. The video clip

of you shoving Charlene down the stairs is spreading all over the web, and everyone knows about it. You'll be the

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murderer rejected by everyone when you're released from prison. Do you still want to go through the previous

experience once again?"

Deirdre was caught in a daze for a moment before she said, "I don’t care anymore."

She wished that she could do this to punish herself so she would not feel so tortured.

"How about the child, then? Do you want the child to suffer with you?" Brendan pursed his lips so tightly that his lips

turned pale. "Deirdre, why have you become so foolish? If Ophelia were to see you in your current-’’ 'You don't

have the right to mention her!” Deirdre went from being calm to enraged abruptly. Her body was trembling ever so

slightly. "Don't you dare ruin her name!"

Brendan was astounded by her reaction. "Why?"

The woman’s hateful eyes appeared before him once again. Brendan felt his heart racing and came to understand

the situation a little.

Soon afterward, he moved closer to the glass. "What did Charlene say to you?"

Deirdre's eyes were moist with tears. She clutched the hem of her top tightly to calm herself with great effort.

"Shouldn't you already know what she said? After all, you're her accomplice!"

Brendan's mind went blank. He inhaled softly and said, "Deirdre, I understand that you're disgusted with me, but

you should know that Charlene is not trustworthy. What did she say to you? Don't you want to cross-check what she

told you?" "Cross-check? Who am I to cross-check with? Who should I trust between you and Charlene?"

Deirdre was hysterical, and her eyes were filled with resentment. "Let me ask you this, Brendan, how did my

mother die?”

Brendan was stunned for a moment. He had received the information that Ophelia had jumped to death

accidentally at the time. It was truly quite normal for a patient with mental illness to fall from the balcony. Her face

had been a bloody mess from the fall, so they could not find another cause but to regard her as Ophelia and bury

her.

It was also the reason Brendan believed that Ophelia might still be alive.

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Brendan's silence made Deirdre utterly disappointed. "It was because Charlene personally lied to get her to the

second floor so she would jump downstairs to see me. On the other hand, Charlene did this all because of you!”

Deirdre's teeth were chattering when she finished her sentence. She felt boundless coldness enshrouding her. She

inhaled a deep breath and said in extreme hatred, "I lost my father when I was young, and my mother was my last

surviving family member. Why did you take away the life of the person I loved the most? What did I do to you to

deserve that? Tell me!"

Brendan felt his head spinning. He was constantly reminded that he had ruined everything for Deirdre, yet Deirdre's

query still made him feel suffocated.

"Brendan, why aren't you the dead one?"

Brendan could clearly see the hatred in her moist eyes across the glass. If there was no glass as their barrier, she

would probably kill him with a knife.

"No..." Brendan’s lips were pale. "Deirdre, I know that it is very hard for you to believe me, but... Ophelia is not

dead."

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