Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 316 Serves Her Right!

To Eilis’ credit, she would not let some old woman walk all over her. Scowling, she rebuked, “Oh, really? Your Bobby is also the same gremlin who stole O’Connor’s harvest and beat up other kids every few days. in a week, ain’t he? How many people complained to the village head about this? I lost count. Now you’re telling me the same lad is somehow incapable of lying?”

Mrs. Boebert’s eyes widened in rage. Livid, she knocked over their potatoes to the ground.

Glaring, Eilis yelled, “What the heck!?”

Everyone in the village knew just how much trouble Mrs. Boebert posed. She had always been the type to bully others with her seniority.

“You just accused my grandson without proof, Eilis!” Mrs. Boebert shrieked. She yanked Bobby’s arm and pulled him into the fray, her wrinkled finger training at a little sore spot on his forehead. “You see this? Bobby has never-I say never!-been bullied by anyone all his life, so how about one of you do some explaining right now before I drag this out all day!?”

Eilis was about to repartee when Deirdre tugged on her arm. “Allow me, Madame Russell.”

listen or talk. sense. She’s nuts! She isn’t going to walk away no matter what you do unless it’s exactly as she wants it. You won’t win in

last time anyone

precisely that same unconditional faith from the older woman that compelled her to step in and stop the whole thing from

cause of this thing, so I’ll settle it,” Deirdre replied, her grip

was my fault that your grandson got hurt, ma’am. I think an apology for that alone is fair. But! Your grandson will have

the bandage on her forehead. “Your grandson mocked me while I was minding my own. business in my yard and threw a rock at me. He caused this injury.

h’ll cares if you got a little cut on your forehead when the rest of your face already looks like an accident? Can you really blame

you can just hit back! You’re an adult, for Christ’s sake! You’re literally the bigger

“So, that gremlin is

yanked Deirdre away and shielded her with her body. Her voice was shaking in a fury. “Boebert, you dreadful bag of bones! There’s being insensible, and then there’s this! What would happen if your tyrannical little gremlin caused a concussion to Dee Dee, huh? Do you even have the money

into silence, but she recovered quickly enough to sneer. “Who the hell cares about what-ifs when that she-devil is obviously fine right now? Besides, you all made

this is all a big, fat slander!” Deirdre drew a