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.

wind, her eyes were shut, and her face was ghastly pale and numb

Ginger and grabbed his shoulders tightly

almost in tears. “I didn’t know that

off the ledge then? Can’t

a long face. “I tried to, but Ms. McKinnon’s hearing is very sensitive. She would pull. herself forward whenever I tried

was dizzy from anger, and his body broke out in a layer

at nothing, huh? You’re not even

point of view, there was only blue sky in front of the woman. Brendan had no idea if it was due

to lose his

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

he have dug her corpse

only have been bones and ashes

you that

Deirdre’s voice sounded extremely calm, yet there was disappointment and fearlessness in her gaze. She stared in Brendan’s direction with empty eyes. “Brendan, can

and she was holding back tears as she declared, “Ophelia

his heart

but Deirdre’s eyes were bloodshot. “Brendan! Answer me! Is Ophelia