Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 862

Chapter 862 Is This Your Goal?

Brendan signaled the caregiver to leave. He asked coldly after the door was shut, “Did you call the police?”

Charlene blinked innocently upon hearing that, and her expression turned so grievous instantly that she was almost tearing up.

“Hmm… Brendan, I know you must think I’m at fault. However, I can’t help it because Miss McKinnon is truly terrifying! She shoved me down the stairs with her own hands! Had the grass not cushioned my fall, it’s possible that I wouldn’t be alive anymore. I’m lucky I only broke a leg, but I don’t have the courage to think what Miss McKinnon would do to me in the future. So, I can only let her face the consequences she deserves.” “Consequences that she deserves?” Brendan narrowed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Sam’s call came.

“Sir, the situation is looking very bad now. It’s apparent that Charlene is well prepared in her plan. There is a drone recording of Miss McKinnon pushing Charlene down the stairs, and it is posted online. The online community is already clamorous, and the police have also acquired substantial evidence for the case. Charlene cannot control public opinion online and produce precise evidence by herself. I’m certain that she has a backer.” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Brendan put down his phone and stared at Charlene with his deep, dark eyes. “Is this your goal?”

Charlene appeared innocent. “What goal? Brendan, my goal is to be married to you, right? I know your goal very well, too, of course. Don’t worry, I will hand over all of Ophelia’s information on our wedding day, and I won’t go back on my word.”

Brendan stared at her coldly for two seconds before he left, slamming the door.

Charlene cracked a proud smile. She thought that her effort in triggering Deirdre to shove her down the stairs had not been wasted. The outcome was exactly what she wanted indeed.

As long as Deirdre was sent to prison, Brendan’s heart would be all hers.

Brendan got into the car and inhaled a deep breath to calm himself. He ordered someone to handle the public opinion online and drove to the police station.

When he saw Deirdre again, she was separated by a glass. Her expression was calm, as if she had expected this to happen.

Brendan clenched his fists tightly and sat opposite her.

“Don’t answer to the police on yesterday’s incident regardless of the interrogation. I will hire the best lawyer to defend you.”

Deirdre raised her head at last. Other than coldness, there was a look of mockery in her eyes.

‘You’d really do your best for the child in my womb, Mr. Brighthall? You want to get me out of jail so badly, but aren’t you afraid you’ll disappoint your dear Charlene?”

Brendan shut his eyes and opened them again. “I just want you to be safe.” ‘Just want me to be safe? That’s nothing but sarcasm.’

Deirdre burst out laughing aloud, her shoulders bouncing from the laughter. Her reddened eyes were filled with boundless hatred when she said, “Stop pretending, Brendan. Every word you say now will only disgust me! You should be glad that I’m in a detainment center now, or else I would have killed you for sure! I want you to die with Charlene!”

She was so agitated that she stood up. A staff member immediately ran inside and pinned Deirdre to the table.

Deirdre did not attempt to struggle either, but she glared at Brendan. ‘You should die. I will never let you have the child, even if it means I have to be sentenced to life in prison!”

Afterward, Deirdre was taken away to calm down.

Brendan sat on the stool rigidly and felt the pain brought by the woman’s hatred that was worse than any form of punishment.

It felt as if every chunk of flesh on his body was stripped away, his tendons ripped, and his bones drawn.

Brendan’s eyes were bloodshot, and he forced himself to calm down. He did not have time to stay longer, so he headed outside at once. As soon as he arrived at the police station’s entrance, he was surrounded by a crowd running toward him. They held up their phone cameras and queried him.