NovelEnglishChapter 179 I Would Like to See Her at Once
Charlene’s face was green and purple. She had almost fainted, and her lips were trembling.
Deirdre still wanted to throw herself at Charlene but she was stopped by the man. Charlene said,
“Haven’t you wondered why Brendan refuses to let you see Ophelia, Deirdre?! It’s because she is
dead, of course! Her corpse has been burned to ashes! Hence, you won’t be meeting a dead person no
matter how obedient you are. You may ask Brendan personally if you don’t believe me and see how he
answers you!”
Upon saying that, Deirdre knew that time was running out, so she turned around and left with the man.
Deirdre sat on the rug by herself and felt icy coldness spreading through her body. There was
confusion. and fear in her eyes when she muttered to herself, “It can’t be… It can’t be…”
“Brendan promised me that he would let my mother off if I agreed to be the scapegoat. How is she
dead?
How?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe attempted to convince herself over and over again, yet her mind was filled with past events
constantly.
It seemed as if Brendan had been very resistant every time she had brought up Ophelia and he would
make up countless excuses. He would not even let her listen to Ophelia’s voice…
Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. The doctor returned and found Deirdre sitting on the icy floor by
herself. He let go of the things in his hands.
“Ms. McKinnon, why are you sitting on the floor? Your body is weak, so you shouldn’t expose yourself
to the cold!” He looked anxious as he was about to help Deirdre to her feet.
The moment he touched Deirdre’s arm, Deirdre grabbed his hand abruptly and said with bloodshot
eyes,” Where’s Brendan?”
“Mr. Brighthall?” The doctor paused for a moment and said, “He is on a business trip to Eastgene and
he will be back in three days.”
“Three days?”
Deirdre could not bear to wait anymore. She said, “Please call Mr. Brighthall at once. I have something
to
ask him!”
The doctor could sense that something was off about Deirdre and that she was unstable. Hence, her
could only agree to help her by calling Brendan.
The first call was not picked up, and neither was the second call.
The doctor said, “Ms. McKinnon, perhaps Mr. Brighthall is still busy. Why don’t we wait a while?”
Deirdre’s eyes were unfocused. She bit her lower lip tightly and said, “Call him until he picks up!”
Her ears were humming. She was scared, terrified, and restless. She needed an answer urgently to
comfort herself.
The doctor could only call over and over again. Fortunately, his call was picked up in the end. Brendan
sounded fatigued and impatient when he said, “What happened? Why are you calling me constantly?”
“It’s Ms. McKinnon… She would like to talk to you.”
The doctor passed the phone to Deirdre, and she took it. Her hands were shaky, her lips were pale,
and her eyes were moist with despair and conflicting emotions. “It’s me, Brendan ”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was the first time Deirdre had taken the initiative to call him, but her voice was filled with fear.
Brendan
could feel that something was off, so he gestured with his hand for the people in his surroundings to
quieten down.
“What’s going on?”
Deirdre’s eyes were red with tears. “I would like to see Ophelia now. At once. Immediately!”
The determination in her tone stunned Brendan. He furrowed his eyebrows and said, “What are you
concocting this time, Deirdre? Didn’t the attending physician tell you that your mother is ill and you can’t
meet her yet?”
“Is it because she is ill? Or because she’s dead?!” Deirdre clenched her teeth tightly, tears streaming
down her face frantically.
Brendan was stunned while Deirdre roared in rage, “Tell me! Give me an answer! Is it because she is ill
or because she’s dead!”
“Who told you that?” Brendan calmed himself with great effort and said in a deep voice, “Where did you
get that? Who told you that your mother is dead?”
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