Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 46 It’s All Because of Her

Deirdre’s situation was critical. It took the emergency staff hours of grueling effort and focus to operate

on her. Everyone was working with bated breath, and no one dared to relax. When it was finally over,

they breathed a collective sigh of relief.

She was sent back to the mansion after that. Or to be more accurate, she was quarantined. Brendan

hired more watchers to mind her, and now, she was a blind woman who had lost even the privilege to

walk outside.

Brendan himself seemed to have vanished from her life.

She asked one of the bodyguards where he was, and all she received was a dismissive, “No idea.”

A few days later, while Deirdre was on her way down the stairs, she overheard the bodyguards chatting

among themselves. “No kidding. This sh*t is still boggling to me -why is Mr. Brighthall keeping Mrs.

Quasimodo in his bell tower, man? I almost think he’s planning to have her replace Miss McKinney as

his babe!… If it weren’t for the fact that he’s been on these non-stop vacations abroad with Miss

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McKinney, that is.”

“Are you tripping? That’s the most preposterous theory I’ve ever heard! You know Mr. Brighthall loves

Miss McKinney the most, right? How else would you explain him casting his business aside and taking

her on

extravagant trips just because the lady said she’s feeling a little bit ‘unwell’?”

So Brendan’s absence was not out of spite or fury for her. It was because Charlene had been sick

lately, prompting him to drop everything just to keep the girl company.

The mystery was solved-and yet Deirdre could not bring herself to smile at all. Still, Charlene must

have redirected all the focus Brendan would have dedicated to making Sterling miserable, right? Not

that she could call him to confirm this. Her phone was gone-Brendan had smashed it in a fit of rage.

For a moment, Deirdre stood in the same spot, lost in her stupor.

Footsteps. Then, a voice said, “Miss McKinnon?”

It was the doctor, who was on one of his scheduled visits. Her bandage, the doctor had said, needed to

be redressed every three days so it would not leave a nasty scar on her neck. The injury had not been

lethal, but its position on her body was… unappealing.

Deirdre found the concern amusing. Why would someone whose face was already ruined care about a

little scar on her neck?

“Alright. We’ll do it downstairs on the couch this time,” she answered. She could not opt out of it

anyway. “I don’t want to do it in my room.”

She felt for the handrail and descended the stairs before feeling around for the couch. She then took a

seat gingerly.

The doctor began the procedure with practiced ease. Halfway through, his phone vibrated, and he

looked down and snickered nonchalantly. “Another one got exposed. It’s like a rite of passage to do

something dirty before you become a star entrepreneur at this age, yeah?” he began. “She even had

the identity of her bastard son exposed.” Deirdre’s heart skipped a beat. “What did you say? Whose

bastard son?”

“The founder of some famous fashion brand here. All her nasty deeds got exposed-including her

bastard son’s picture. Honestly, the kid looks pretty alright, but the stink of his mother, who committed

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manslaughter? Brr. Heard the kid’s a doctor, too, but that career’s crashed and burned now. No hospital

in this area would want such a controversial man in their establishment, I can tell you that.”

Deirdre’s mind went blank. She grabbed the doctor’s arm, her voice rising. “W-Which family is this?

What is the name of the son?” The doctor jerked. “Uh, the Fuller family? The son is named Sterling or

something.” Deirdre felt a force crashing against her chest, turning her entrails into mincemeat. Her

brain went blank, and

her eyes reddened. Trembling, she cried, “This can’t be true! It can’t be-look again! You gotta look

again and tell me what his name really is!”

Her denial was sudden and unnatural. Anxious, the doctor leaped from his seat and tried to pacify her.

“Hey, calm down, please! Your wound has barely closed. You could tear it open if you’re not careful!”

Calm down? Tears began to roll down Deirdre’s face. How was she supposed to calm down? Sterling

had been dragged through the mud and maligned by the public because of her. He had barely gotten

out of that hell-and now more things about him had been exposed?!

His future was ruined! He was a talented doctor, for Christ’s sake! Yet there was nothing he could do

because nobody would ever let him practice again!

And it was all because of her.

Because she had pissed Brendan off.

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