Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 141 Too Late to Be Scared Now

Deirdre returned to her room in the mansion and sat on the edge of her bed in a dissociative trance.

Minutes crawled, possibly hours. She had no idea how long it took until she finally felt sleep catching up to her. She lay down.

Then, suddenly, her door swung open from a kick. Brendan lurched like a mad beast and pinned her wrists. against the floor. The air chilled, but Deirdre could almost feel frost coming from the man’s eyes furiously scanning her face.

“Didn’t even lose a sleep over the sh*t you do, did you?” Brendan bellowed, his rage-powered might crushing her shoulders.

“That f*cking injury on Lena’s neck! Nothing could make it go away, and everyone saw it, McKinnon! They were talking about it behind her back and among themselves during her own party all because of the stupid sh*t you did! She wouldn’t even come home after the party! That’s how humiliated you made her feel, you black-hearted b*tch! Do you even know how to f*cking stop!?”

Pain flared like wildfire across her shoulders, and Deirdre’s face went white from the ordeal. Brendan sounded so furious it was as if he was going to hurl her from the balcony right there and then.

What a joke. Deirdre had retreated into a state of inactivity ages ago, but Charlene was the one who did not know how to stop. She could not even spare a literal dog.

stop? See if she agrees to it?” Deirdre shot back. “Honestly, how could a docile blind woman like

yanked her by the collar, pressed her against the wall, and gnashed his teeth. “Victim-blaming again, aren’t we? The only reason Lena didn’t hit you back. was that she was too kind for it. She can’t even bring herself to hurt a fly, let alone another human. But that doesn’t

the wails and whimpers Bliss made. and how

judgment

myself into giving a sociopath like you more chances than

lessons!”

out of the room, heading to the stairs.

floor, her bare feet registering the cold hard

opened. Nipping gales howled as they barged into the living room, and Deirdre grew alarmed. “W-What are you

a cruel smirk. “A bit too late

trawled her out of the house and into the backyard, where a crowded storehouse stood. It was an oft-

her inside. She fell, her hands bruised from pressing