Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 271

Chapter 271 She Has Been Deceived

Deirdre stood frozen in the same spot, her eyes wide in astoundment as she listened to the sound of someone sobbing with her face covered. She felt as if her ears were. playing a trick on her and she was in so much pain that she could not speak.

The voice that she could recognize anywhere… The voice that had kept her company all this time and called out her name was actually saying to another girl now… ‘You’re my dearest child?’

“Really? I thought you’d abandoned me. Why did you not respond to me when I’ve been attempting to contact you all this time? Besides, that blind woman in the room is addressing you as ‘mother’. You’re only 40 years old. How did you end up with such a grown daughter, and how do I end up having an elder sister?”

“Uh…” Maeve sounded hesitant. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Siobhan was growing very impatient. She stamped her foot in anger as she looked at the door. “What the heck is going on! Tell me, quick. If you don’t give me a proper explanation, I will disown you as my mother from now on!”

“Don’t! Siobhan, don’t…” Maeve was extremely aggrieved. “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you! That girl’s mother passed away a long time ago, and my voice is very similar to her mother’s. That is why I got chosen and hired to act as the girl’s mother for a while. However, my job ended today, and I’m going to leave soon…”

Rumble!

Deirdre felt as if she had been struck by lightning and her chest had exploded. Her ears were humming loudly, and her mind went blank.

In fact, she had even forgotten where she was. She felt as if her chest was getting squeezed together and scrambled up. She was in so much pain that she could not

even make a sound or shed a tear.

“Deirdre, don’t hate me.”

She heard Brendan’s soft moan in a daze. The man’s arrogant, overbearing, cold face entered her mind once again.

So it turned out that the atonement he had mentioned, him asking her not to hate him, as well as everything else, had been referring to this. He had done it to hide the truth of her mother’s tragic death.

He had not changed. He was still that bloodthirsty devil, the monster who killed without conscience. He was the cold-blooded father who had killed his biological

child.

On the other hand, she was actually so naive that she had believed that he had changed. She had thought he was better and that their relationship could perhaps

continue!

Deirdre felt the taste of blood spreading in her mouth.

She struggled by flailing her arms in an attempt to remove the man from her mind. Her entire body was trembling, while the wound on her injured palm cracked open and bled. However, she still could not feel any pain and she was backing away frantically.

Charlene stood aside and looked on coldly. She took a step forward when Deirdre stumbled and sat on the ground in dejection. “Deirdre, do you understand now? Do you realize now if I’ve been deceiving

you? Or have you been foolishly deceived by Brendan?”

She squatted down and said cruelly, “Your mother jumped to her death a few days. before you were discharged from the hospital, and Brendan didn’t even show up to claim her body. He was so cold- blooded and merciless, yet you actually wanted to continue your relationship with him. Tell me, did your mother die unjustly? If she was still alive…perhaps she would loathe you deeply!”

Deirdre kept quiet, and tears fell from her eyes drop by drop, yet she could not bring herself to object in any way.

She could not tell how much strength she exerted just to get herself off the ground numbly and feel her way along the wall back to the room.

She could not feel the piercing pain radiating from her palm, but her head was only filled with the memories of her mother’s smile.

“Deirdre?” She had lost track of time by the time Maeve walked into the room and found her sitting next to the window in a daze. Maeve was stunned for a moment before she approached Deirdre. “When did you wake up? Why are you sitting next to the window? Aren’t you cold?”

She grabbed a sweater and draped it over Deirdre. She lowered her head, only to see that Deirdre’s bandaged hand was drenched in blood.