Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 615

Chapter 615 You Owe Us an Explanation

No one knew how long it had passed. When everything ended, Brendan draped his clothes over Deirdre.

Deirdre curled herself up silently like a frozen shrimp, trying her very best to keep herself as far away as possible from Brendan.

Brendan lit a cigarette, but he snubbed it out the next second. "I told you. You're going to regret it."

Deirdre remained silent, her body shaking.

Brendan heaved out a sigh and opened the door. "I need to go do something.”

He got out of the car and turned around. Deirdre still remained motionless. After he closed the door, she bit her lips tightly, and tears streamed down her face.

Deirdre had done something terribly wrong. She felt she was the most loathful person in the world. When she thought of Kyran, she felt so much pain that it felt like someone was pulling her heart out of her chest.

However, she could not blame anyone, not even Brendan, for what had happened. After all, she was the one who had asked for it.

Her head was swimming. While wiping the tears off her face, she heard someone screaming loudly and cracking noises outside.

She got up and groped around with her hands until she found the car door handle. When she opened the door and came out, someone walked up to her and said, "Miss McKinnon, Mr. Brighthall said that you can't get out of the car."

It was Fionn.

She subconsciously wrapped her arms around her body while Fionn turned his head away. Her neck was now mottled with red welts.

"I heard some noises. Did something happen inside the house?”

Their car was stopped in front of Kings Manse, so the noise could only come from the house.

Fionn looked toward Kings Manse and said, "I don't know, but..."

He set his jaw tightly and continued. "I assume that Mr. Brighthall is asking them for an explanation.”

"Explanation?" Deirdre was stunned. She was worried that Brendan would go beat Declan up, so she wanted to stop him.

It was only then Fionn caught up to Deirdre. "Miss McKinnon, we've already sent Mr. Declan to the hospital!"

Brendan's gaze was bloodshot. He grabbed Cillian by the collar of his shirt and looked just like a predator glaring at its prey.

Cillian's face was filled with bruises and blood. Gone was the dashing young man.

When Brendan heard Mr. King Sr.'s warning, he was stunned for a moment, then landed another punch on Cillian.

"Quick,y! Pull him away!" shouted Mr. King Sr.

He was not only beating up Cillian, but he was also looking down on the Kings.

"Mr. King Sr.!"

At that moment, Deirdre’s voice rang out from the door and wafted into everyone’s ears. Even though she looked fragile in Brendan's trench coat, there was a calm expression on her pretty face as if she was not the victim.

"It's true that Brendan shouldn't beat up your son, but don’t you think you owe us an explanation too?"