Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28 He’s All She Could Rely on

The room seemed suspended in shock. No one would even remotely react in any way, and Deirdre looked like a forest nymph who had jumped out of a masterfully crafted painting, but she… Well…

Richard was the first to compare Deirdre’s height and figure to the unknown individual Sterling had shielded in the infamous video. He then reeled in realization.

No wonder that moron had attracted so much of Mr. Brighthall’s ire. Richard had been mystified to see Sterling’s name gone viral, but now he knew why. That idiot had stolen Mr. Brighthall’s girl!

What really made Richard furious was not just the stupidity of it all. It was the girl this whole fight had been about! F*ck, of all the girls his bastard son could have gotten into a fight for, he had to pick this freakshow and drag the entire family through the mud over… her!

He whispered something to his maid before facing Brendan with a smile. “I see. I’ll have him over right this

instant. It won’t take long, so help yourself to some tea while we wait.”

Brendan made himself comfortable on the couch and forced Deirdre to sit as well. She clenched her fists, anxiety making her nauseous. She could not even bring herself to drink anything.

A while later, she heard footsteps and rose instantly.

When Sterling entered the living room, Deirdre was the first thing that caught his attention. His footsteps were stifled, but a moment later, he noticed Brendan looming by her side and understood.

“You piece of sh*t!” Sterling bellowed. “What the f*ck did you threaten Deirdre with this time, you rabid jack* ss?! And you call yourself a man?!”

Before Deirdre could react, Richard had jumped into the fray. “You ignorant *ss!” he cried, slapping the young man as hard as he could.

He turned to Brendan and immediately apologized. “Oh Lord, this is so embarrassing… I swear, this idiot has gotten so used to doing whatever the hell he feels like

without our supervision that he fancies himself a rebel hotshot. It’s my fault for not teaching him manners, Mr. Brighthall. Please don’t let his barbarism bother you.”

Brendan ignored both of them. He sneered and drank his tea while Deirdre trembled. Just a few seconds ticked by, but she understood how little Sterling’s family saw in him. If his own father had no problem humiliating his son in public, what could stop him from doing something even worse to Sterling behind closed doors?

Her hands were cold, and her fingers felt as numb as if they were made of ice.