Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 270 The True Truth

The narrow single bed suddenly felt wide, and Deirdre propped herself up with her hand on her forehead.

‘What time is it? When did Brendan leave?’

She found it a pity because she had been thinking about asking Brendan why he wanted her not to hate him when she was awake. She wanted to find out the meaning of his remark.

All of a sudden, the door to her room opened. She assumed that it was Maeve, so she raised her head and said smilingly, “Mother? What time is it? Is it morning already? If not, why are you here so early?”

“Mother? Are you calling out to Maeve O’Keefe?”

She was caught off guard by the spurious laughter. The smile on Deirdre’s face froze instantly, and she stared in the direction of the door cautiously. “Charlene, what are you doing here!”

“How could you speak to me like that, Ms. McKinnon? I feel sorry for you for being

bunch of people and getting treated like

trying to do here!” Deirdre’s expression was icy, and she was clutching the blanket tightly with her

but I’m not a bad person either. Your mother suffered a tragic death, yet isn’t it absurd that you’re acknowledging a strange woman as your mother? I feel sorry for your

”

heaving violently. Ophelia is still alive and well! Don’t even think about tricking

press the call bell. Charlene took it upon herself to speak first. “Deirdre, do you have

O’Keefe, and she is only 40 years old. She has a teenage daughter, and her daughter is here today. They’re

you don’t believe what I told you, I believe

spoke in a resonant voice. Deirdre’s entire body was shivering, and there was a voice inside her

plot.

incident with the osmanthus

ask me not to hate him? What did he