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.

he concluded that it had been a setup-Deirdre’s fake-out to kill his attachment to her. He remembered her getting into this exact vehicle as soon as she had left the station and became convinced that none

red, he ordered Sam, “I want you to find out who else Deirdre had talked to other than

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 just been resurrected from

was still alive. She had faked her death and

she had no idea just how much pain and grief she would cause him? Or was that the exact reason she had done it? Because she had wanted him

body was boiling at fever point, and his

All he knew was that, after battling his fever to a standstill for days, the

living room couch. Dr. Ginger was by his side, and his

took a deep breath and said, Mr. Brighthall? I found him. A man came to see Miss

it took for Brendan to barge into the old

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

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