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.”

sweetie! Go back inside and ignore her,” she whispered back. “Mrs. Boebert doesn’t 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 an argument with her, guaranteed, so leave her to me. Besides… I don’t believe you have it in you to hurt a child, Dee Dee. I’m 100% confident

watered. When was the last time anyone had that much faith in

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

thing, so I’ll settle it,” Deirdre

Mrs. Boebert, she raised her voice, “It was my fault that your grandson got hurt, ma’am. I think an apology

grandson mocked me while I was minding my own. business in my

got a little cut on your forehead when the rest of your face already looks like an accident? Can you really blame kids for throwing rocks at you when you look like a

with a stick, and it still doesn’t mean you can just hit back! You’re an adult, for Christ’s sake! You’re literally the bigger person. So

“So, that gremlin is the one

there’s this! What would happen if your tyrannical little gremlin caused a concussion to Dee Dee, huh? Do you even have

almost choked 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 it sound like it’s some godd med critical condition. How the hell am I supposed to know if that’s true

aren’t even hurt! Maybe this is all a big, fat slander!”