Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 297

Chapter 297 Where Did You Hide Her?!

“100%, Mr. Brighthall. Going down there in this weather was no piece of cake, sir. We wouldn’t resurface. without any results unless there was no result to begin with,” the diver answered. “Honestly, this is my first time seeing something like this. Not a single body inside a car skidded into the sea-that’s just creepy!”

“Maybe the body got moved elsewhere by the current?” someone else asked.

The man shook his head. “Hell no. The windows were shut, man. No one could have pushed the car open against water pressure after the entire vehicle plunged into the sea. The only plausible explanation is that

no one was in the car when it went down.”

“No one was inside.’

It felt like an explosion in Brendan’s chest. He could not even tell if most of it was joy or sorrow-all he knew was that it soared straight into his skull and caused the world to spin before his eyes. He felt ready to black out altogether.

Deirdre was not dead.

realization. Instinctively, he concluded that it had been a setup-Deirdre’s fake-out to kill his attachment to her. He remembered her getting into this

on his chest tightly to keep himself from fainting. Eyes red, he ordered Sam, “I want you to find out who else Deirdre had talked to other than you and me

told while Brendan returned to the car. Being exposed to the elements had dealt a blow to his body, so he felt cold, then hot, then cold again. His fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. And yet, in an almost twisted way, Brendan felt as though he

had faked

grief she would cause him? Or was that the exact reason she had done it? Because

at fever point,

even know when he collapsed. All he knew was that, after battling his fever to a standstill for

his eyes, he was already lying down on the living room couch. Dr. Ginger was by his side, and

endured the discomfort, and picked up the call. Sam took a deep breath and said, Mr. Brighthall? I found him. A man came to see Miss McKinnon before she disappeared. That man…. had contacted Madame Brighthall

all it took for Brendan to barge into the old

hardly looked perturbed. Even as her near-hysterical son stood some distance away, eyes beet-red, she continued praying, her fingers laced around the rosary beads. The housekeeper, who had

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255