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!

if Deirdre insisted,

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

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 old Brighthall

grown frustrated enough

had failed the first time she

kept refusing to

other than slander, huh?” he bellowed, his face almost blue from

of this house-now!”

expecting his reaction, Deirdre could not help feeling her heart sink. “You don’t believe

one should believe you at

way across the couch and grabbed the folder she had prepared. She picked it up and extended it in Brendan’s general direction.

simply looked at her icily. Everything this woman had done