Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Too Late to Be Scared Now

Deirdre returned to her room in the mansion and sat on the edge of her bed in a dissociative trance.

Minutes crawled, possibly hours. She had no idea how long it took until she finally felt sleep catching up to her. She lay down.

Then, suddenly, her door swung open from a kick. Brendan lurched like a mad beast and pinned her wrists. against the floor. The air chilled, but Deirdre could almost feel frost coming from the man’s eyes furiously scanning her face.

“Didn’t even lose a sleep over the sh*t you do, did you?” Brendan bellowed, his rage-powered might crushing her shoulders.

“That f*cking injury on Lena’s neck! Nothing could make it go away, and everyone saw it, McKinnon! They were talking about it behind her back and among themselves during her own party all because of the stupid sh*t you did! She wouldn’t even come home after the party! That’s how humiliated you made her feel, you black-hearted b*tch! Do you even know how to f*cking stop!?”

Pain flared like wildfire across her shoulders, and Deirdre’s face went white from the ordeal. Brendan sounded so furious it was as if he was going to hurl her from the balcony right there and then.

What a joke. Deirdre had retreated into a state of inactivity ages ago, but Charlene was the one who did not know how to stop. She could not even spare a literal dog.

“Why don’t you ask her to stop? See if she agrees to it?” Deirdre shot back. “Honestly, how could a docile blind woman like me suddenly choke her if she didn’t provoke me in the first place?”

“How dare you!?” Brendan’s eyes were red with fury. He yanked her by the collar, pressed her against the wall, and gnashed his teeth. “Victim-blaming again, aren’t we? The only reason Lena didn’t hit you back. was that she was too kind for it. She can’t even bring herself to hurt a fly, let alone another human. But that doesn’t mean you can take advantage of her kindness!”

“Kindness?” Deirdre echoed with downcast eyes. She remembered the wails and whimpers Bliss made. and how Charlene had gleefully recorded it just so Deirdre could hear it in posterity. Kindness! Goddamned kindness!

“Oh, Brendan… Your judgment of people… is abysmal.””

“You are f*cking right,” he snarled and shoved her to the floor. He glared at her from above. “So abysmal that I kept deluding myself into giving a sociopath like you more chances than you ever deserve! You are a vile, low, and wretched *sshole. You will never know how to behave yourself without good f*cking

lessons!”