Chapter 98: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 98

Chapter 98 No Other Way to Explain “Show your hands.”

Brendan stood in front of the window, his flawless face radiating coldness at that very moment. He was even speaking in a tone deprived of its prior gentleness.

“What…. What happened?” Charlene stretched out her hands with a forced chuckle.” What happened… Why are you being so serious? You’re making me nervous.”

Brendan examined her nails. It had only been two days since the incident, so her nails had yet to grow much. They had been manicured into a stiletto shape, making them pointy in the middle. If she were to dig her nails hard into someone’s flesh, it would be considered merciful for the victim to experience puncture wounds and not. lose chunks of flesh.

“Did you do something to your nails?” asked Brendan with narrowed eyes.

“Huh?” Charlene pulled back her hands with a guilty conscience. “I’m not really sure. I got a fresh manicure two days ago. Perhaps they have been polished a little?”

“Did you cause the injury on Deirdre’s hands?”

All the blood drained from Charlene’s face, and her heart began racing. She had not. expected that Brendan would bring up an incident that had already taken place a few days ago. ‘How is Deirdre capable of doing this? Have I underestimated her?”

“What injury?” Charlene immediately calmed herself and said with feigned anxiety,” Is Ms. McKinnon injured again? Where’s the injury? Is she okay?”

Brendan did not answer. He looked at Charlene, who was stunned for a moment. Soon, her eyes reddened with tears. “Bren… Why are you looking at me like this? You can’t be thinking that I’m the one who hurt Ms. McKinnon, right?”

Brendan took a deep breath, for he was already pushed to the limits of his patience. Deirdre’s hands are covered in infected wounds punctured by nails, and the injury happened on the 19th. On the other hand, you two held hands once on the 19th.”

Charlene’s face turned ghastly pale, and her voice turned shaky. “Bren, you’re suspecting me of hurting Ms. McKinnon? You think that I punctured her hands on purpose? Why would you think of me that way? Am I such a sinister woman in your eyes?”

Brendan had refused to believe that in the past, but the answer was apparent now.

“Apologize to her.”

“Bren…” Charlene panicked, her eyes welling up with tears. “What’s going on? You won’t even give me the chance to explain myself. If I really did hurt Ms. McKinnon at the time, why didn’t she mention it?

You’ve already decided that I was at fault even without investigating the matter?”

Tears streamed down her face. Before Brendan could speak, she sobbed and said, “I understand now.

I’m sure that Ms. McKinnon is the one who told you, right? You feel so sorry enough for her that you would accuse me of doing this even if I didn’t do it, right? Sure! I’ll apologize!”

Charlene bit her trembling lower lip and looked at the woman on the bed. She had not expected that she would actually bow to Deirdre and apologize one day.

She hated it.

“I have no idea why you’re putting all the blame on me, Ms. McKinnon. However, I must have offended you somehow and for that, I’m sorry. Please forgive me!”

Upon saying that, Charlene had an emotional breakdown and ran out of the room.

Deirdre was very calm, but apart from her calmness, she was slightly astonished. She had not expected that Brendan would actually go so far.

No matter how she thought about it, making Charlene yield to her did not seem like something Brendan would do.

‘What is he thinking?’

“Aren’t you going to go after her?” Deirdre said. “Charlene seems to be very sad.”

Brendan lowered his gaze. “It’s fine.”

There had been no other way to explain this incident right from the start. However, he could not figure out why the previously kind and magnanimous Charlene would do something like this. Those wounds…. He frowned at the thought of them.

“I told you that I’m not the type of person who doesn’t try to understand a situation. I will make whoever is at fault apologize, and I will never be biased.”

He said it in such a convincing manner that Deirdre was stunned for a moment. Her hands clutched the blanket tightly, and her chest started heaving.

“Brendan,” she suddenly said. “Did you set up my abduction and send me to that man’s bed?”