Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 The Odds of the Child’s Survival Are Almost Zero

“Saved me?” Brendan’s glare was grim. The words had taken an absurd quality the moment he had heard them escape Deirdre’s lips. “You saved me? When, might I ask?”

Deirdre pressed her lips shut in despair.

He snickered. “You can’t even save yourself!” he sneered. “For the love of God, don’t ever say something that cringeworthy again. People around you are gonna feel embarrassed on your behalf!”

He let Deirdre go. Now that his booze-addled frustration had found an outlet, there was no reason for him

to stay.

She lowered her trembling eyelids. In the darkness, she dreamed of a blurry visage. A child. She had hoped that, should reincarnation be true, it would become her child again, and she would pay the debt she owed. But now, she wondered if it was just a pipe dream after all.

Sam came to visit her the next morning. He noticed the mess, Deirdre’s unmissable fatigue as she lay on her bed, and the telltale signs on her neck and collarbones. It was easy to tell what had happened last night, and his heart ached.

“Mr. Brighthall came by, didn’t he?” he asked.

eirdre opened her eyes and forced the desolation in her chest back into her stomach. “He did.” She

nodded with difficulty.

“Uh, did you…?”

“He came by so suddenly that I didn’t have the time to tell him.”

Sam was tongue-tied. He licked his bottom lip, scrambling for a reply, and finally said, “Okay. But in my humble opinion, the sooner we get that information to him, the better. If you drag it out too much, he might care less and less. That apathy isn’t gonna benefit you, Miss McKinnon.”

“I know.” She nodded, but her mind was colonized by something else, so it was impossible for her to shift. her focus to anything else.

Her infertility.

She forced her spirit to perk up and climbed out of bed. “I’m gonna take a shower while you help me clean this up. After doing that, let’s get the discharge papers filled out.”