Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 22 Jinx

The voice sounded youthful. It belonged to a woman -a furious young woman.

Deirdre could feel her heart shrinking in dread. “Who are

you?”

“Who am I? Who am I?!” Eva Heinemann gaged as she sized Deirdre up with unreserved contempt. “Sterling is doomed because of you! Because of a stupid, irritating blind woman like you!”

Deirdre’s hands closed around the fabric of her own dress. “What happened to Sterry?”

“What happened? Ha! Do you know how much Sterling has sacrificed to protect you? They took his picture – the media took his picture and spread it all over the internet, and now he’s doxxed! The internet is canceling him! Do you know how big of a deal this is to a doctor? Saving and curing people is literally his job! And now, thanks to you, he can’t ever work in a public hospital again!

“And that Brendan Brighthall-he led the charge to

cancel the Fuller family! Do you know that? Any deal his business ventures made that was even remotely connected to the Fullers has been automatically voided, but oh, there is more! He threatened everyone – literally anyone-out of working with the Fullers. Failure to comply automatically means they are going against him, the most powerful man in the city!

“Do you get it yet? Do you understand that you, Deirdre McKinnon, are the reason sh*t hit the fan?! You jinxed him-you jinxed your own hero the moment he protected you to make sure you stayed out of the picture! You’re a f* cking catastrophe!”

Deirdre felt her heart sinking into an icy abyss in her stomach. Her feet felt like lead.

Sterry? I want

her teeth bared. “You might kill him just by showing your sh*t-attracting face one more time! Who the hell is gonna take that chance? Besides, you can’t even if you want to. His family took him away after this entire scandal, and that’s not even a

instead of, I don’t know, grill him

were trembling, and her eyes were

go away! Settle whatever this is between the two of you and make Brighthall stop canceling the Fullers! You’re ruining his life, Deirdre! Doesn’t that mean

meant something to her. She had never wanted to… God, she really was a walking jinx. She cursed everyone who was close to her. Her

fingernails turned ruddy. She then lifted her head again

Eva wanted to hear, so she turned

away.

Her fingers flew on the number pad, typing a string of numbers she had memorized and could no longer

summoned a wave of agony, as if every sound she made felt

He sounded pleased with

to the Brighthall Group

away. She hailed a ride to the building, armed with only her walking stick, and made

here!”

face seemed to have elicited

pain flaring from

her walking stick and got to her feet again. “I have an appointment. Ask Mr. Brighthall if you don’t believe