Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 259 Aren’t You… Mad?

Deirdre nodded, and Brendan-to the young woman’s wildest bewilderment-asked,” Was it bad?”

She bit her lip in surprise. “A-Aren’t you mad?”

Mad? Of course Brendan was mad. Furious, even. Furious for an entire day. He had been downright apoplectic in the evening, when he’d waited and waited for Deirdre to come home on time. Every second had burned!

So what? All that rage had melted away-how could he stay mad after witnessing the lengths this woman would go to just to conceal her injury and the pain it caused her? How could he honestly tell himself that her maddening refusal to be candid was not motivated by her fear of his reaction?

“If you could just… If you had just told me frankly that you were suffering from an injury, I would have calmed down much sooner!”

Brendan went downstairs and called Dr. Ginger on the phone in the living room. As he ordered the doctor to come as soon as possible, Deirdre quickly protested from the bed. “W-Wait! You don’t need to get Dr. Ginger! It’s late, Brendan! B-Besides, I had a checkup at the hospital. It’s not a big deal-”

“He’s just doing what he’s being paid to do, Deirdre. What’s debatable about that?” Brendan argued. “Besides, I need to know what exactly the nature of your injury is and how severe it is.”

she had not picked candor and why she would rather be maltreated than just tell the

sure

swear, it’s

a broken arm stop us from going

and that’s a promise I intend

stared at the floor from her spot

daze.

He settled it gently on her

sting of pain subsided into blunt pressure, and then led her downstairs. Dr. Ginger arrived just in time, and as soon as he saw his patient, he quickly undid the bandage and gave it

take an

“The doctor said it was a

The doctor redressed her injury.” But an injury like this necessitates a break from playing the piano. You need to let your arm heal, after all, and that means not putting too much strain

this?” she stammered, her hesitance marked. “A way I could play the piano