Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 286

Chapter 286 Uncertain Fate

Fear and regret ravaged his mind. He suddenly felt faint.

Sam was still with him when he finally recovered his composure. He feigned some semblance of calmness and declared, “No, we just have to wait a little longer. I’ll talk to her again!”

He would not let her leave him. Never!

Fate had different designs than his, however. Before he had recupared enough to talk to Deirdre, the police came to him and informed him that she had backed down.

She had finally agreed to settle this privately.

Brendan was elated. The police had come to ask him if she “had shown homicidal intent”, and naturally, Brendan denied it. He expressed no intent to pursue a criminal charge against her either, and so the case. was settled.

He could not wait to get out of bed as soon as the police left. Alarmed, Sam rushed to stop him. “Mr. Brighthall, sir, stay back! We can’t let your injury break open again!”

Brendan was just too fitful. His emotions were in chaos. Gripping Sam’s hand tightly, he ordered, “Escort her back from the station!”

Sam froze. Then, he nodded.

Who would have known Deirdre-who seemed to have dug her heels and decided to die on that hill- would finally agree to settle this privately? It did not take Brendan long to begin thinking and wondering if Deirdre had finally come to understand his point of view. Maybe she had finally decided to hear his explanation. She had finally decided to let this go.

If this were true…

God, this would be the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Brendan lay on his back. He was so tired that the world looked purplish and filled with black spots. However, sleep evaded him, so he waited patiently for her return.

Then, he received a call from Sam. “Mr. Brighthall?” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

His voice was low. Forebodingly low.

Brendan frowned. “What? Where’s Deirdre? Bring her to the hospital already!”

Sam was quiet for a second. “She’s… gone, sir. After the police freed her, she went into a car and left.” Gone?

Brendan’s breath went down his throat as though he had swallowed a dagger. His blood was boiling out of panic. “But she has no friends or family! She cannot have gone far!” he shouted frantically. “Look for her at once!”

Sam hung up the call to begin his search, leaving Brendan alone with his empty, feckless mind. So Deirdre had gotten a ride and left as soon as she had been freed. So she had not stood down because she had finally understood Brendan’s angle but because that would grant her the opening to leave him once and

for all.

Was that it?!

Brendan shook and breathed hard. The pain in his abdomen worsened, reminding him of the moment when she had stuck a knife into him.

She hated his guts! She loathed him completely! How could she possibly even care to mend the bridges between them?!

Brendan felt the world turn dark. He tumbled from his bed and struggled to get up. He felt the doorknob, twisted it, and bolted out of his sick room. He had to find her. He had to find her. She would not leave him. She would not.

‘You hate me, right? You hate me, Deirdre! So come back to me and finish the job! Come back!”

“M-Mr. Brighthall! You can’t get out of bed!” An alarmed nurse bolted toward him. “Your wound has finally been patched up a little, Mr. Brighthall, but it won’t stay that way if you start straining yourself like this!” “Get out of the way!” he snarled, shoving the nurse’s arm away and marching forward. Before he managed to reach the entrance, his phone rang.

He did not need to look at the screen to know it was Sam. “Did you find her?”

The person on the other side of the line sounded strange and unfamiliar. “Mr. Brighthall? We’re from the Neve City Police Department. You must have already been notified about Miss McKinnon’s release from the station. Since you’re both the victim and her legal husband, we’re obligated by law to inform you that the car Miss McKinnon boarded shortly after her release has gotten into an accident. It skidded off the road at the Southern Bridge area, broke through the fence, and fell into the sea. Her current fate is

unknown.”

Brendan’s face turned ashen.

As he reeled in shock, he yelled, eyes bloodshot, “What do you mean?!”

“It means we haven’t managed to recover the vehicle yet, Mr. Brighthall. However, given how cold the days have been, even if we manage to rescue her, she might already be-”