Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 167 Sacrificial Lamb

She directed her attack back at Deirdre with a voice tight with tears. “What the hell did I do to you, Miss McKinnon?! Why are you doing this to me?! If it’s because you love Bren-if it’s because you want to snatch him away from me, then at least fight me fair and square instead of employing all these disgusting schemes to persecute me!”

In the past, this used to be the sort of trigger that would kick Brendan’s rage straight to the boiling point. He would have immediately booted Deirdre out of the door right there and then. And yet, today, the man simply stood a step away from her, leveling his eyes at hers without a word.

There were signs of conflict in his eyes. There was doubt.

Charlene grimaced. The gnawing panic inside her mind had grown to a chomp. “W-What’s wrong, Bren?” He handed the document to her. “See for yourself.”

She almost snatched it out of his hand in her franticness. As she read, all the color was drained out of her face. Brendan’s voice, cold and commanding, came from above her like thunder. “Explain to me why that homeless man received money from your subordinate’s bank account, Lena.”

know the kind of person I am, right? How could I possibly have it in me to

stormy and grave while she defended herself, but that last bit made him release a breath of relief. It was hard to tell if he was just happy to hear that Charlene had nothing to do with this or if he just could not bear the thought that he might have believed the wrong person all

“Okay. I trust you.”

behind the coffee table. His answer sent a chill through her heart. When she had begged Brendan to trust her instead of that deluge of baseless accusations, all that plea had resulted in was a sneer of disdain.

chest hurt. She was suddenly unsure if

I knew nothing about this! I’m gonna call Greenlee right away!” Charlene added indignantly

character. She used the phone in the living room and, biting her lips, ordered Greenlee to

Greenlee was at the door. As soon as she stepped inside, though,

papers up and read their content. Her face paled. “M-Miss McKinney, listen!