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

treated like a clown, so

are trying to do here!” Deirdre’s expression was icy, and she was clutching the blanket tightly with her other hand subconsciously. “You frequently harass me in the name of kindness. I’ve been used by you

Ms. McKinnon?” Charlene said in a grievous tone. “I admit that I’m not a good person, but I’m not a bad person either. Your mother suffered a tragic death, yet isn’t it absurd that you’re

”

well! Don’t even think about tricking

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

daughter, and her daughter is here today. They’re having a conversation now, so this

I told you, I believe that you should be able to

in a resonant voice. Deirdre’s entire body was shivering, and

plot.

the incident with the osmanthus scent, and Brendan’s ‘don’t hate me’

me not to