Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 98 No Other Way to Explain

“Show your hands.”

Brendan stood in front of the window, his flawless face radiating coldness at that very moment. He was even speaking in a tone deprived of its prior gentleness.

“What…. What happened?” Charlene stretched out her hands with a forced chuckle.” What happened… Why are you being so serious? You’re making me nervous.”

Brendan examined her nails. It had only been two days since the incident, so her nails had yet to grow much. They had been manicured into a stiletto shape, making them pointy in the middle. If she were to dig her nails hard into someone’s flesh, it would be considered merciful for the victim to experience puncture wounds and not. lose chunks of flesh.

“Did you do something to your nails?” asked Brendan with narrowed eyes.

“Huh?” Charlene pulled back her hands with a guilty conscience. “I’m not really sure. I got a fresh manicure two days ago. Perhaps they have been polished a little?”

“Did you cause the injury on Deirdre’s hands?”

and her heart began racing. She had not. expected that Brendan would bring up an incident that had

said with feigned anxiety,” Is Ms. McKinnon injured again? Where’s the injury? Is she

“Bren… Why are you looking at me like this? You can’t be thinking that I’m the one who hurt

wounds punctured by nails, and the injury happened on the 19th. On

You think that I punctured her

to believe that in the past, but the answer was

“Apologize to her.”

to explain myself. If I really did hurt Ms. McKinnon at the

told you, right? You feel so sorry enough for her that you would accuse me of

her trembling lower lip and looked at the woman on the bed. She

She hated it.

no idea why you’re putting all the blame on me, Ms. McKinnon. However, I must have offended you

emotional breakdown and ran out of the

she was slightly astonished. She had not expected that Brendan would actually go