Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522 I Won’t Force You into Making Your Decision, Okay?

“One thing’s for sure. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

Kyran steadied his breath and turned the steering wheel. “If this is the origin of your hangup, then you don’t have to worry about it at all. Brendan will never know that you’re alive. Not in his entire lifetime.”

Deirdre’s eyes widened. She was taken aback and pretty perplexed. “Where’s that confidence coming from?”

He studied her calmly. “You said it yourself. Charlene did all of this for Brendan. Her motive was to ensure that you’ll never be near him. In other words, it’s well within her motive to ensure Brendan knows nothing about the abduction plot or your whereabouts. If he learns about the abduction and that she’s the one behind it, do you know how bad her position’s going to be?”

Deirdre bit her lips. ‘He has a point, but…‘

“Do you really think she’s capable of hiding the whole plot from him?” she asked under her breath.

Kyran chuckled regretfully. “I wouldn’t underestimate her if I were you. She’s good at keeping many things in the dark.”

He knew she would ruminate on her decision again, so he quickly added, “You also forget that you’re not alone. You have me. I’ll communicate with the cops and make sure that you remain anonymous.

“Look, I’m not going to force you into a decision. What I’m saying is just do what your heart tells you to. Ask yourself, does Charlene McKinney deserve to be brought to justice?”

Deirdre clenched her hands into fists and exhaled a long, long breath. Was there anything to hold her back anymore?

“Kyran, I want… I want to inform the police! I want Charlene to be brought to justice!”

Kyran’s gaze softened. He held her nipping fingers and squeezed them gingerly before letting go. “Good. I’ll come with you.”

In truth, he had been driving them back to the police station. A few minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance. The two strode back into the hall, to the previous police officer’s surprise. “Mr., uh, Reed? Miss McKinnon? What’s the matter?”

Deirdre balled her hands into fists in embarrassment. “Uh, I suddenly recalled who that person was in mid- journey, so we returned.”