Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 448

Chapter 448 The News

“And that mask, too. Urgh. Feels too mysterious to my taste…”

“She doesn’t look at all like someone who should be affiliated with Mr. Brighthall. You sure this isn’t like a huge misunderstanding?”

“The woman in the picture is a godd*mn queen, sis. If she were here in this hospital this whole time, we should have noticed her by now! So yeah, I call doubt!”

Deirdre was sensitive, so the first thing that leaped to her mind was that these people were talking about her. She raised her head and turned in their direction.

“God, she’s looking at us! She’s not going to rearrange our faces, right? I mean, she got out of prison despite killing someone in a hit-and-run! This is the kind of thug we are not supposed to engage with. Let’s bail!”

“Can you calm down? We don’t know if it’s fake news, okay? Even if she is that murderer, what will she do about us? She’s the one who shouldn’t be here!”

Deirdre was even more sure that the target of their hostility was her, but only pieces of their dialogue were intelligible enough from her side. She could hear certain words such as “murderer” or “Brendan”… Her fear multiplied. She rose.

The voices grew louder. “She’s up! She’s coming to kill us!” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Don’t be a wimp! If she dares hurt us, we’ll call the cops on her!”

Deirdre took a deep breath and approached them. Her cold made her head feel unnecessarily heavy while her footsteps were a little too light, but most of all, it made her voice sound like a growl. “Excuse

me, but were the two of you talking about me?”

The braver woman of the two shielded her friend and snapped. “Who else could be *sshole enough to fit the description?”

Deirdre frowned. Perplexed, she asked, “Have I ever offended any of you?”

The woman sneered. “Oh, not us personally. But that doesn’t mean you’re not sh*t! Lemme ask you this, are you the woman they were talking about in the news?”

“The news?” Deirdre was even more dumbfounded now. “What news?”

“Well, this one… Hold on a sec,” the woman stopped herself and asked, “You’re blind? Are you really blind, or are you just pretending to be one?”

Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows. “I’m blind.”

She was starting to panic. Clenching her fists, she asked again, “What was that about the news?”

“Oh, so I’m supposed to be your screen reader now.” The woman mocked her cruelly.

“Brendan’s ex-wife, Charlene McKinney, has been bailed out of prison despite murdering someone in an accident and is now found in the hospital rekindling their relationship.”

“You wore the same clothes as the woman in this picture, which means you’re Charlene McKinney, his ex-

wife!”

Deirdre felt a bomb had dropped in her chest. She was stupefied.

When did she become news? When!? Who found her!?

“What did you say?” she muttered as she reeled back from her shock. Her voice was trembling. “Who told you this?!”

“Who told me? The freaking news, duh!” replied the woman, her eyes boring through Deirdre’s increasingly pale face. “So you did escape justice after killing someone?

“How could you show your face in the hospital without any comeuppance!? Because you got into Brighthall’s pants?”

The woman began to wall her in. Deirdre widened her eyes, her mind blank.

“Miss McKinnon!”

Declan materialized at the end of the corridor, his footsteps frantic. He was sweating lightly but managed to step between the women and Deirdre before shielding her behind him.

He eyed them warily. “What’s the big idea?”

The man’s sudden appearance dampened the woman’s self-righteous attitude, but she was not going to back down. “Well, a murderer is on the loose in this hospital! Aren’t we allowed to be scared for ourselves?”

“Murderer? On what proof?”