Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 867 Leave It to Me

"I have her photo, and I can confirm that it is not photoshopped. However, the plastic surgery techniques are

advanced these days, and it is not utterly impossible to find one or two women that look like Ophelia in all of Berth.

"I was afraid of giving you false hope only to disappoint you again, so I could only figure out a way to trace

Ophelia's whereabouts, yet I didn't expect that..."

Brendan did not finish his sentence, but Deirdre was well aware of what it was.

He did not expect that she would be triggered by Charlene and push Charlene down the stairs.

In truth, Deirdre was well aware that Charlene was mostly provoking her, but she could not care about that

anymore at the time. If Charlene was the enemy who killed her mother, it would be her only chance to avenge her

mother.

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Deirdre was having a hard time processing the information, but Brendan's sincere words did not sound like a lie.

"Brendan... Will I still be able to trust you one last time?"

Brendan's dimmed, dark eyes lit up with a tinge of hopefulness. He looked at the woman before him, and his lips

trembled. He inhaled a deep breath strenuously.

"I know what you're worried about. You're worried that my goal is the child in your womb. Don't worry." Brendan

shut his eyes and opened them again in a determined manner. "When the child is born, you can leave with the

child. I would just like to take a glance at the baby, and that will be enough for me."

Deirdre raised her head in surprise upon hearing that and clutched the hem of her top in her clenched fists out of

astonishment. She could not see Brendan's face clearly, but she could feel the man's determination, seriousness,

and sternness from the ambiance.

Brendan smiled. "My initial goal was to keep you company for a little while longer. If you insist on leaving, I won't

separate you from your biological child, of course."

He said, "Deirdre, if that person is not your mother, Ophelia, Charlene will most certainly be your mother's killer.

Would you be willing to go to prison so that your mother's killer remains at large?"

Deirdre clenched her fists tightly.

She was struck by the remark. She had no hope left in Brendan, indeed, and she knew that there was no way to get

rid of him, so she chose to go to the extremes.

However, if there was real evidence that showed that Ophelia was possibly still alive, Deirdre wanted to go after the

possibility.

If Ophelia was dead, Deirdre wanted to see Charlene face the consequences with her own eyes.

'Yet, I’ve already pleaded guilty."

Brendan replied with a smile when he noticed that Deirdre was becoming flexible. "Leave it to me..."

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The visitation ended, and Brendan walked out of the detention center. He toppled to the ground as soon as he

walked outside.

When he woke up, he was in the hospital and had an intravenous drip in his hand.

Declan was making a call when he heard the commotion and turned around. 'You’re awake, huh?"

He served a glass of water, and Brendan took a few sips. He said with furrowed eyebrows, "What happened to

me?" "Gastritis. Your gastritis has flared up because you don't eat or rest normally. However, it is good that it’s just

gastritis. Otherwise, it would be bad if you fell ill during a crucial moment like this."

It seemed that his condition was not considered too severe. Otherwise, Declan would not be joking anymore.

Brendan massaged his temples because his head was throbbing. He rested for a while before he asked, "How long

have I been out?" "About a day and a half." "How about Deirdre?"

Declan said smilingly, "Don't worry. She has withdrawn her guilty plea according to your method. She claimed that

she was in a poor mental state. In addition, she is pregnant, so the police gave her some time."

Brendan nodded. "I just want to get this over with quickly. Her body is weak, and the environment of the detention

center is poor. She will catch a cold easily and get sick."

Declan smiled as he said, "I understand, and I've already arranged for my people to visit the police center."

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