Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 40 She Doesn’t Care About Him Anymore Steven said in an obedient tone, “Yes, you and Ms. McKinney are family.”**
Madam Brighthall nodded, then looked at the woman standing next to Steven subconsciously. “Who is this?”
Deirdre lowered her head anxiously upon hearing that, the thoughts in her head muddled.
She had not expected to meet Madam Brighthall suddenly today. It was worse that they had to meet under such circumstances.
She had just realized that her face was disfigured, so Madam Brighthall would not recognize her now that she had lowered her
head in a flurry. “This is Ms. McKinney’s friend. She is visually impaired, and sir instructed me to take her home.” “She can’t see,
huh?” Madam Brighthall sounded sympathetic . She was at a loss for words, but she found the sight of Deirdre familiar. She
could not help extending her hand to grab Deirdre’s fingers. “Girl, why are your hands so cold? You should wear warmer attire in
the fall.”
She removed her scarf and wrapped it around Deirdre’s body. “Even though I’ve been wearing it for a long time, it’s very warm
and comfortable. Use it to warm your body. I shall get a move on because I still have some affairs to
attend to.”
Madam Brighthall smiled and loosened her grip on Deirdre’s fingers before she headed to the ward.
Deirdre kept her head lowered at all times without uttering a word. Steven gazed after Madam Brighthall’s departing figure before
he looked at Deirdre.
“We should go, Ms. McKinnon.”
“Sure...” The woman’s voice suddenly sounded like she was crying. When she raised her head, her disfigured face was already
drenched in tears.
Steven was in shock. Deirdre had not cried while her wounds were being cleaned or when she had been walking in so much
pain that her legs trembled. On the other hand, she was suddenly drenched in tears because Madam Brighthall had shown
concern for her.
Her voice was shaking, and it looked as if her tears were endless. “I’m sorry that I’ve made a fool of myself.”
A moment later, she chuckled and said in a very low voice, “I just remembered something.”

After Steven took Deirdre home, he received a call from Brendan. He was summoned back to get him. Brendan got in the car
with an agitated expression. “Is Deirdre back at the villa?”
“Yes.”
Brendan furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly as he waited for Steven to finish his sentence. Noticing that Steven was quiet, he
could not help asking, “Did she not ask you anything on the way to the villa? Such as how far my relationship with Charlene is
and if we’ve moved in
together?”
Steven was stunned for a moment and he was having a hard time responding to the situation. He shook his head a moment
later. “No. Ms. McKinnon was very quiet along the way and sat on the sofa when I took her to the villa without uttering a word.”
She had said nothing? She used to call up Steven and beat about the bush to find out about the women that he was reportedly
with according to the tabloids in the past. Yet now, she did not seem to mind when he was obviously spending the night with
Charlene? Brendan’s expression was filled with impatience. He punched the car, his hand swelling up.
Steven was startled. “Sir?”
He turned around and took a glance at Brendan’s swollen hand. He then asked in a haste, “Would you like to get your hand
checked?”
“No, it’s not enough to kill me.” Brendan shook his hand and shut his eyes. His head was filled with images of the woman’s face.
She was already disfigured and extremely hideous, but she remained as lively as before in his mind.
She was crying, laughing, sad, cold, tearing up... She had been on the verge of a mental breakdown when she had begged
Sterling to take her with him last night. Brendan was certain that the idea expressed by Deirdre subconsciously was most
certainly her deepest desire.
Deirdre wanted to run away, and she wanted to do it with Sterling. Brendan felt uneasy all over his body and felt as if his insides
were crushed at the thought of Sterling and Deirdre chatting joyously. He clenched his fists tightly.
The sky was already dark by the time he ended an important meeting at the company. However, the streets of Neve were still
brightly lit at night.
Steven asked, “Sir, are we heading to Ms. McKinney’s place? She has already called you a few times.”