Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 876

Chapter 876 I’ll Settle Our Scores… One. By. One.

“Those people were planted there by whoever masterminded this whole thing. They were meant to stay there for only a few days.” “Okay then,” Declan remarked. “Honestly, this turns out to be a backhanded blessing for Miss McKinnon. Since she’s pregnant, after suffering from this incident, the police’s forced to let her stay here, sending only one of their people to watch her. She no longer had to suffer in that sh*thole detainment center now.”

Brendan nodded in agreement. This was probably the only silver lining there was.

Declan leaned his back against the wall. “Who do you think ordered this attack?”

Brendan shot a glance at him and answered, “Charlene.” “I thought the same.” Declan flashed him a smile. ‘The mastermind behind her is someone meticulous, cautious, and sharp. They couldn’t have possibly done something so stupid that it could frustrate their own plans. So, this is all Charlene for sure.”

Brendan’s eyes seemed to be shrouded by a cold, inky mire. “One day, I’ll settle our scores. One. By. One.”

Soon enough, the Brighthall Group’s board of directors quickly came out with a statement ‘debunking’ the claims Mr. Jensen made. According to their joint press release, Mr. Jensen had made things up out of malice and vengeance since he had been kicked out of the board.

The revelation did not make that much of a splash. Mr. Jensen had a history of fabrication, after all.

Deirdre’s affair managed to get a lot less focus after a new celebrity scandal came to light. Meanwhile, Charlene’s bold lie about losing her ability to dance in that interview managed to turn quite a sizable crowd against her.

Throughout the ordeal, Deirdre remained in the hospital. Her injuries had long since recovered, and yet Brendan never came to proceed with the discharge procedure. Thanks to that, she found herself unexpectedly owning a personal space to breathe and relax.

“Miss McKinnon? Sorry, but I came to Sylvain’s too late. The food’s all sold,” a short-haired woman said as she entered her ward. “So, I bought a replacement from next door. Is that okay?”

Deirdre nodded. Her new companion was a caretaker Brendan had hired for her, yet she struck Deirdre as little… on the young side. Her youth just stuck out to Deirdre.

‘Thanks,” she said.

“Oh, it’s no biggie. Serving you is our job, Miss McKinnon. If you need anything, just say the word,” replied Shea Ross, smiling. She placed the food on a cabinet and began setting up the bedtable.

Deirdre reached out for water, but her fingers accidentally knocked a glass out of the edge of the table.

To her bewilderment, Shea immediately caught it before it even reached the floor-the young woman’s reaction speed was lightning-fast!

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Deirdre shook her head. She could not contain her awe and added, “Shea, that was… so fast! You were so fast!”

The young woman laughed. “Of course I have to be! The glass was about to be smashed!” “But you were, like, two meters away from it when it happened, right? That’s nothing short of impressive!” “Well…” Shea looked a little flustered. “I was trained to be like that, you know?” “T-Trained?” “Yea, as in training. We’re trained to act fast. That way, we can stop our clients from hurting themselves from a fall immediately,” she replied before changing the subject. “Here you go, Miss McKinnon. Time to eat.”

She was obviously against dwelling on her background, so Deirdre decided not to ask any more. She sat on her bed and started sipping her porridge.

Suddenly, the door opened. Shea’s entire demeanor turned solemn and deferential. “Sir.” “Shea.” Brendan turned to Deirdre. She had only been staying in the hospital for two days and was already recovering much of her brio.

He composed himself and ordered, “Leave us be for a while.”

Shea did not even ask why. She left immediately and closed the door behind her.

The room was instantly filled with the man and the unmistakable, unforgettable air he always brought with him. It was stifling enough that Deirdre began to feel a throe of discomfort. At least her feelings for him in the past were simple and uncomplicated-she hated him to his bones.

But now? Now, even she was no longer sure.

By this point, he had stopped hiding his passionate feelings and ardor for her. But more importantly, he had been doing so much to atone for all the sins he had committed.

“How are your injuries?” he asked.