Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 140 Help Me Out With This

Sam approached Deirdre gingerly. “Miss McKinnon? Come on. We should go,” he said. “That…. That was too reckless of you, miss. You shouldn’t have acted out that way during an important event like this one. Things could have gone really bad, and… You know Mr. Brighthall wouldn’t possibly let you off lightly.” Deirdre knew he was speaking the truth. As she cast her eyes on the ground, her tears rained down on the cold, hard floor before she replied, “Did you know? The homeless man who murdered Bliss… was Charlene’s employee, Sam. She hired him.”

Sam was bewildered. “What?!”

Deirdre pressed her hand against her chest, but it did nothing to relieve her from her pain. “She told me… that Bliss kept looking in the direction of the mansion when… when it was about to die,” she croaked. “It… was waiting for me to save it, Sam. And what was I doing at the time? I… I was s-shopping for new clothes! I f-failed Bliss. I k-k-killed it!”

“No, Miss McKinnon,” Sam rebuffed with a frown. He had recovered from his initial shock. “You can’t possibly blame yourself for this. I was the one who took you out shopping, remember? Do you consider me an accessory to the crime? Look, neither of us knew that was going to happen that day. Who could. have? Which is why I’m sure Bliss doesn’t blame you for what happened. And you… you shouldn’t either.”

Deirdre bit her lips hard. “But the only reason it had to die was because I was its owner-Charlene only wanted it dead because Bliss belonged to me!”

in a fancy dress, bathing in self-congratulating fanfare and festivities at her own party. She kept hearing waves of cheers from the guests and listening to

and she dug her nails into

her red eyes forward, knowing that this was where

was shrewd enough to understand her intent instantly. “You’re… You’re planning to make this public,

that patience would be her greatest weapon. -if she waited long enough, Brendan would grow bored of her one day and she would be able to flee. Charlene’s actions had mocked

Don’t you see? I have a target painted on my back. Escape has become a pipe dream,” Deirdre murmured. Despair colored her lifeless, downcast eyes while blue-black bruises began to surface on her arm as she dug her nails harder. “But this time… She revealed a lot about her scheme in her bid to provoke me. There’s a

“Sam, I need help.”

a long while, the

have made an impossible request, Sam. That was unfair of me. I’m