Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 300 There’s Still Time

“T-Then… Then who is this?!”

Brendan clenched his fists. “The year when you objected to our marriage, Lena got into an accident and went into a coma. No one knew if she would ever wake up again, but I knew you would never let me marry an unconscious woman. The only means I had was to find someone else to pretend to be Charlene. And that impostor… was Deirdre McKinnon.”

Madame Brighthall had not liked Charlene the first time Brendan had brought her home. The older

woman had prided herself on her acute judgment of character and had known based on the greed and ambition in her eyes that Charlene would only be the start of a nightmare.

Naturally, she had objected to her son’s marriage.

But then, one day, Charlene had just… changed.

Madame Brighthall had been befuddled to see the same calculating woman carrying her on her back through the snow when the older woman had had a heart attack. She had been bewildered to hear about that schemer nursing her to health for days on end. She had been stupefied when she had seen the young woman’s face break into a bashful, mirthful grin when Madame Brighthall had finally woken up.

That young woman had never asked for anything in return. She had come down with a fever for her effort, and all she had done was take some medicine and go about her day. When asked, the same young lady had said she simply felt it had been the right thing to do.

Madame Brighthall into acceptance… and then some. Madame Brighthall had cared and

was telling her that the Charlene she had come to sincerely love had been Deirdre all

as though the world was going dark. She thought of the verbal abuse she had hurled at

you just

Because he had not cared about Deirdre at all back then. Her purpose had been to clear the road for Charlene’s eventual ascension as his wife. Why would Brendan

don’t know if

excitement. He took the paper from her hand, his chest undulating with a wave of emotions. He opened it, and the address leaped into his

hit him. This

she

now, had returned to her real home, bruised and battered, coming back to her roots worse off than

had to be to end her journey like

into the snow despite his illness. His cough had

put

to see Deirdre, and he

toward him, his breaths visible as he cried out to Brendan. He grabbed hold of Sawyer’s hands and