Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 482

Chapter 482 Don’t Let Her Run!

She hurriedly followed Hoyt without the young man ever catching notice. He seemed almost too taken in by the money in his pocket. He stopped by Mrs. Cox’s door.

Hoyt immediately noticed Deirdre, who was drying some herbs outside the door. He paced toward her and greeted her. “Hey, morning!”

She raised her head at the voice. “Mr. Leigh.”

Hoyt scratched his head bashfully before producing all of the money from his pocket. He stuffed the bills into her hands. “Here. 300 dollars from selling your coat.”

Deirdre took 90 bucks and gave the rest to Hoyt. “Here. You deserve this.”

“D-Deserve what?” Hoyt stammered and inhaled sharply. “I didn’t do anything to deserve this!”

“No, you help me a lot. You deserve it.” Deirdre stuffed the money into his hands. Her tone was sincere. “It was you who helped me with my injuries, and it was you who had to spend four hours these days to buy medicine for me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to liquefy my coat. I’ll give 90 dollars to Mrs. Cox while you hold onto the rest. Think of it as consultation and medicine fees, okay?”

Hoyt was hard-pressed to argue against her, so he accepted it in the end. Still, he was quietly against hoarding the money for his own and plotted to buy some cream for Deirdre’s face, which had turned ruddy from the exposure to the sea breeze.

“I… All right, all right.”

She smiled. “That’s the spirit!”

Her smile was as beautiful and mesmerizing as the sun.

Hoyt could not stop himself from blushing. All he could do was to cast his head down as hard as he could to hide it from happening-exactly as his mother bumped into the scene.

Her son was acting like a shy schoolboy as she stood next to a woman she had never seen before. She looked pretty enough, but the poor thing had quite a few scars that seemed to have not recovered. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

‘Wait a minute. Scars?’

Madame Leigh’s heart skipped a beat. A grim expression shadowed her face.

‘Is this not… the young woman… those men were talking about? The one who got lost?

‘The coat belonged to her, did it not? No wonder it looked exactly like the one in the pictures! But how could it have anything to do with Hoyt?”

She turned around and began to head to the village head. Hoyt heard her, turned around, and his face turned pale. After hastily comforting Deirdre, he bolted behind her.

“What are you doing here, Mom!?”

“I should be asking you!” Madame Leigh snapped, incensed.

Realizing belatedly that her volume could alert the woman and cause her to run, she lowered her voice and added, “You know your father is looking for this woman, so why didn’t you say anything? The reward, son, is 72,000 dollars! Do you know how much that is? With money like that, we can live in an actual house in a town-a house made of bricks! A girl will finally want to marry you, and that family won’t look down on you anymore!”

Hoyt frowned in exasperation. “This isn’t about money, Ma! If Miss McKinnon wanted to see them, don’t

you think she would have rushed out to do just that already? I’d have happily told Dad about it! But she wanted to hide, Mom. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to see them! I can’t sell her out!”

“Bless your heart, son, you’re unbelievable. You can’t sell her out?!” Madame Leigh was livid. “They know each other. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be looking for her! Any issue they have between them is between themselves and the Lord. Ain’t got nothing to do with us! The money is the only thing worth going after!

“So you watch her and don’t let her run! I’ll talk to your father, and he’ll get those two men now!”

Hoyt grabbed her arm. “Please, Mom, don’t…”

Her eyes watered. “D*mnit, son! Did you forget what happened while you were trying to see that girl? Did you forget how much they looked down on you, how much they laughed, how much disdain they had for you!?

“It was my fault for not giving you a better life or a background you can be proud of. My fault that no girl finds you a man worth marrying. My fault that you have to watch your own sweetheart become someone else’s wife. But now all that can change, Hoyt. All that can change this is money! And you’re throwing that away!?”