Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 189 She’s Lying

“How did that happen…” Charlene bit her lower lip, feeling scared out of her wits. She asked in a flurry,” What happened afterward? Is Ms. McKinnon alright? She’s too foolish. Why would she commit suicide because of this?”

“She was saved in the end.”

“Great then.” Charlene felt relieved. She remembered something that made her face turn paler and she looked at Brendan incredulously. “Brendan, you’re here to tell me about Ms. McKinnon’s suicide attempt… What are you implying? You also asked about my whereabouts yesterday. Could you be suspecting me of exposing the secret?”

Brendan did not answer, but Charlene’s eyes reddened with tears instantly. “Did Ms. McKinnon tell you that I told her the secret?”

“No.” Brendan frowned deeply, and his voice sounded agitated. “I was only asking casually.”

don’t have to put in a good word for Ms. McKinnon. Why would you associate the incident with me if she hadn’t mentioned it? Besides, Brendan, you’re breaking my heart. Why would you think

But I truly had no idea that the dog would die such a tragic death! Even if I really did ask my servant to do that, was I not supposed to do it? Deirdre framed me and almost

was bawling profusely

furrowed his eyebrows.

Charlene ordered the servant while she wiped her tears. She then handed the receipts to Brendan when the servant brought them. “These are the receipts from my shopping trip yesterday morning till afternoon, with a timestamp printed on them. You can look into the receipts and

deep inside. Charlene could not be bothered to be in the same room with him, so she took it upon herself to head upstairs while she said, ” See the guest to the

the servant led Brendan to the door and returned to the living room, Charlene had already gotten downstairs. Noticing the situation, the servant approached Charlene and complimented her by saying, “You’re impressive, miss! You had already prepared an alibi for yesterday and you also explained the dog’s death well enough that Mr. Brighthall is

pleasure from the incident. Her fists were so tightly clenched that her nails dug into her flesh, and her beautiful eyes were surging with hatred. “But he

fact that he had come signified his lack of trust

that

would she be able