Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 166 Miss McKinnon Made It All Up!

Deirdre knew what he really meant: a chance to create doubt against his conclusions.

Brendan turned on his heel and marched up the stairs while she clambered a little at his force. Gritting her teeth, she finally snapped, “So you’re not interested in the truth behind Bliss’ death! You don’t give a sh *t even if what I’m about to say concerns Charlene! Is that it?!”

Just as she had expected, the bastard stopped dead in his tracks.

Deirdre was this close to laughing aloud at his absurdity.

Brendan’s brows were furrowed. He was practically glowering when he shot daggers at her. “What did you just say?”

Deirdre enunciated her every word as she announced, “The homeless man who killed Bliss was controlled by the woman standing right next to you!”

Charlene stared at Deirdre in shock, but her bewilderment did little to conceal her scorn. Repeating the same things over and over again, despite seeing no result, had to be the definition of idiocy, right? She could not believe this b*tch would stop them from going to town over something that had been settled long ago!

Deirdre insisted, Charlene

mean, Miss McKinnon? You just won’t let up, will you? I can’t believe you treat. my willingness to forgive as some kind of twisted encouragement for more baseless attacks! Me being a nice gal means you can keep gaslighting me, huh? You just have to keep accusing me of the death of your

you?” Deirdre murmured, her eyes red. She scoffed in the direction of Charlene’s voice. “Still committed to your innocent darling act, aren’t ya? You confessed to being the one who killed Bliss back. in the lounge at the

to hit back. Brendan had grown frustrated enough that he erupted

him look like he was created from pure ire and irritation alone. Deirdre just would not learn! She had failed the first time she had tried this sh*t, and instead of learning from the torturous lessons he had put her through,

kept refusing

What other tactics do you have other than slander, huh?” he bellowed, his face almost blue

of this house-now!”

reaction, Deirdre could not help feeling

one should believe

She had been waiting for him to say this. She felt her way across the couch and grabbed the folder she had prepared. She picked it up and extended it in Brendan’s general direction. ” Take a look. Am I making things up, or is it all true? You

Brendan simply looked at her icily. Everything this woman had done thus