Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 182 She’s Dead, Right

“I have something important to attend to. Postpone the meeting!”

Sam was stunned, and his face turned pale. “Mr. Brighthall! You’ve been after this project for more than six months…”

“I said, postpone it! Get me flight tickets immediately! We’re going back to Neve!”

Sam had also noticed that something was off. “What’s going on in Neve?”

“Deirdre is threatening to commit suicide on the third floor of the villa.”

He wanted to hop on a flight to return to Neve, but doing so was not as simple as he thought it would be. There was no available flight now, and the earliest flight would take off at midnight.

He would need to wait five more hours.

Forget about five hours. Deirdre might not necessarily be able to withstand three hours in the cold wind given her health condition.

Brendan could only arrange for a private jet, so more than two hours had already passed by the time he arrived in Neve. He ran through all the red lights on the way home and found the woman’s emaciated. figure on the third floor when he reached the courtyard.

shut, and her face was ghastly pale

shoulders tightly while he roared in a rage, “What the

“I didn’t know that there was such a

ledge then?

sensitive. She would pull. herself forward whenever I tried to move closer to her,

head was dizzy from anger, and his body

You’re not even scared of death,

of the woman. Brendan had no idea if it was due to the strong, cold wind in the surroundings but

to lose his

body already numb. She asked, “Where’s Ophelia? Did you bring her

Should he have

there would only have been

told you

was disappointment and fearlessness in her gaze. She stared in Brendan’s direction with empty eyes. “Brendan, can you speak the

lips were trembling, and she was holding back tears as she declared, “Ophelia is

felt his heart wrench in

eyes were