Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 194

Chapter 194 The Answer in Her Heart

Sam picked up the letter from the floor, and the sight of the writer’s name signed at the bottom made hi m stop breathing.

The letter appeared to be old, and not in a fake way. It really was the letter left by Ophelia when she ha d still been alive.

He looked at Deirdre, who was standing in front of him. The woman had stopped moving as soon as th e police officer had left and was now dangling from the gate just like before without moving. The jacket had already fallen to the ground during her struggle, and the back of her figure looked emaciated. The sight of her made pity fill his heart.

“Ms. McKinnon…” Sam felt uneasy deep down and spoke in an exploratory manner.

Deirdre slid down from the gate abruptly, her unfocused eyes bloodshot. She shook her head desperat ely and chanted, “It’s fake… It must be fake! My mother is obviously still alive and well. I heard the voice clip of her saying she missed me. How could someone like her possibly have committed suicide a year ago? This must be Charlene’s scheme!”

Sam was stunned. He had yet to figure out a way to console Deirdre when Deirdre dried her tears and made up her mind. “That must be it. The police officer was fake! He wanted to turn me and Brendan ag ainst each other, but I won’t grant his wish. What would I do if I provoked Brendan until he was so angr y that he didn’t let me meet my mother?

“Sam, am I right?”

Sam could not bring himself to answer. He looked at Deirdre’s bloodshot eyes, rendered speechless. He thought to himself, ‘Does Deirdre already know t

he answer in her heart at this very moment?

She was only deceiving herself because this was the only way for her to persevere. She could not face any of the other outcomes.

“The letter…” She suddenly began to feel about the ground. “Where is the letter?”

Sam stopped Deirdre and handed the letter to her personally. Deirdre lowered her gaze and explained, 1 would like to see if t his forged letter feels real…”

Upon saying that, she left with the letter.

She soon returned to her room. Her hands were still stained with dust, so she wiped her fingers with a

towel before she touched the letter. The letter was scentless, with a tinge of moldy musk. It smelled like a letter kept with many other items in a dark place for a long time.

She felt rather disappointed that she was blind at that very moment. She could not read the letter and she could feel nothing with her sense of touch.

In the end, she placed the letter carefully on the table.

Brendan ran into the room just in time to witness the scene. He had assumed that the woman’s face would be covered in tears and she would be hysterical. Or she would be experiencing an emotional breakdown and would threaten him with her life so he would let her meet her mother to prove that she was still alive. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, she did not do any of that. Instead, Deirdre was sitting in the corner of the room in a daze.

She was too quiet. Her back was bent, her waist was slender, and there was no life to her. A light ray ca sun outside shone down on the woman and made her appear even lonelier and more desolate.

Brendan’s heart was aching at that very moment, and the pain left a profound impression on him.

He knew that Deirdre was sinister, unscrupulous, and wildly imaginative. There would be nothing good abou he were to judge her, and she was a woman that no one would take an extra glance at on the street. Ho

He adjusted his breathing and shut the door heavily. Deirdre was jolted back to reality. “You’re back?”

Her eyes were lowered. “I’m sorry for not welcoming you at the door. I didn’t realize that it was already s

Brendan’s expression was stern as he watched her unexpected calmness. He suppressed the agitation

“Hmm.” Deirdre nodded and said calmly, “A police officer came.”