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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 315
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Chapter 315 He’s Just a Kid!

“Well, there you have it!” Deirdre chuckled. “He’s handsome and a friend of Mr. King, which means he’s also rich,

isn’t he? Why would someone like that take a liking to a random blind woman in some backwater village? It’s just

weird! I mean, I doubt his disability hardly hurt his desirability. I wouldn’t meet his standard even if he lowered it!”

“Lord, I swear…” Madame Russell faltered. How was she supposed to tell her about Kyran’s stormy scowl the

moment she emphasized on Deirdre being hers?

And which handsome, rich Prince Charming would deign himself with menial labor for a woman he just met?

Aristocrats like these probably lived their entire lives without ever touching any kind of work tool!

“Come on, Madame Russell.” Deirdre cooed reassuringly. She wrapped her arm around the older woman’s. “Mr.

Reed accidentally injured my forehead last night, so today, he came to apologize and help to make it up for me.

He’s not interested in me, okay? And it’s impossible, too. My conditions and everything? So, let’s not think too

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much. Agree?”

“He hurt you? Oh, sweetie! Where?” Madame Russell felt a pang in her chest.

“Just my forehead. Don’t worry. It’s all good now.”

The older woman had not noticed Deirdre’s injury in the darkness of the night, so it came as news to her. Still,

knowing Mr. Reed’s intention made her relax. It made sense for him to help her if it was just a means to apologize.

And maybe Kyran had frowned because Madame Russell herself was being rather hostile instead of… some other

reason. Nobody would have liked her attitude!

The two entered the house and had their meal. Deirdre’s recovery was palpable-her appetite had returned, and she

finished her meal completely. After they were done, she got ready to return to the yard.

“Don’t bother with that, Dee Dee. Help me clean these potatoes. I’m gonna sell them in the market and buy you

some nice, new winter wear.”

Deirdre nodded and backtracked into the house. She had just started her work when someone banged on their

door.

“Come out, Eilis, or so help me God!”

Deirdre froze in mid-action. Madame Russell cast the pail in her hands to the floor. “What’s the big idea? And to use

Our Lord’s name in vain!”

She opened the door, but before she could see who it was, the stranger’s hands broke in and shoved the older

woman away. “Where is that blind good-for-nothing, huh? I want her here, now!”

Madame Russell scowled. “What in the name!?”

An old woman stood akimbo before her with a scowl as though someone owed her a year’s rent. She had dragged

her grandson with her, too, apparently.

“Why are you looking for Dee Dee?”

“Why? Lord Almighty, you’re asking me why!?” The old woman yelled at the top of her lungs, “That blind she-devil

of yours hit my grandson! Poor Bobby was sobbing the moment he came home! Well, I’ll show her! How dare she

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do this to him!? I’m not leaving until she apologizes to my Bobby!”

“What!?”

Both Madame Russell and Deirdre were shocked. Deirdre-hitting Bobby? She did not even lay her hand on his hair!

It did not take Deirdre long to figure out why Bobby lied. That sly little urchin knew he could not possibly offend

someone of Kyran’s station, so he decided to shift the blame on an easier target.

The old woman followed Eilis’ gaze. Seeing Deirdre, she shoved Eilis away and stormed toward the young woman,

scoffing. “So, you’re that she-devil, ain’t you? You’re an adult! How could an adult hit a child, huh? Have you no

shame?!”

“Mrs. Boebert! Just what are you doing?!” Eilis cried, shielding Deirdre. “We hardly know what really happened

between them, so how about we rein ourselves in from those nasty accusations and insults? I don’t think Dee Dee is

even capable of hurting your grandson!”

“You don’t think? So you’re accusing my Bobby of lying, huh!?” Mrs. Boebert was incensed. Putting her hands on

her hips, she bellowed, “How can he possibly lie? Bobby’s just a kid!”