Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 414

It must, must not be real!

Deirdre struggled to get up to confirm, but she was rooted to the spot in the next second.

If Kyran was really Brendan, she knew she wouldn’t get the correct answer even if she was to ask again. He must have prepared to hide everything from her.

Deirdre hugged her head and wept. Although the woman was impatient at the start, she became rather empathetic toward her. "Isn't it just a man? Is it necessary to cry like this? Since you don't know that he is Brendan Brighthall, it means that you aren’t someone who is greedy for wealth and status. You just got together, which means you don't have much affection. Why don’t you just break up with him? After all, suffering from short-term pain now is better than long-term pain tomorrow.

"It's impossible for Mr. Brighthall to marry you. Don't be delusional and think that you are an exception. At most, he needs a blind woman who doesn't know his identity to pass the time during his treatment. The sooner you wake up, the easier it is for you to withdraw. When it comes to that kind of man, you can’t beat him in playing relationship games."

Deirdre sobered up, but with each breath she took, it was as sharp as a knife. She struggled to get up and tentatively requested, "The photo. C-Can you send me the photo?"

“Alright. Where’s your smartphone?”

Deirdre took out a phone. The woman was extremely disgusted in an instant. "What is it? A super-old phone? How am I supposed to send it to you via Bluetooth?"

"Use MMS." Deirdre sniffled. "My phone can read MMS."

The woman finally sent it impatiently, turned around, and left. Deirdre held the phone, feeling shivering, cold, and discouraged. It was as if she was poured with cold water.

She didn't dare to imagine that Kyran was Brendan, but she also thought that this woman wouldn’t lie to her because she had no grievances with her.

Thus, she needed to verify what the woman said was true further.

However, Deirdre couldn't feel happiness anymore. She felt that her heart was sliced by a knife. Apart from fear and apprehension, she felt nothing else.

“Deirdre.”

Suddenly, a familiar mechanical voice sounded. Following that, the man slowly approached and asked, "Have you finished washing your clothes? Why are you not going back yet?"