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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 327
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Chapter 327 Maintain Justice

“Apologize?” Deirdre thought she had misheard and was stupefied. “How come?”

Eilis had the same doubt as well. “I was wondering the same. Given Mrs. Boebert’s personality, would she be polite if she didn’t come to make a scene? To think that she would

come over to apologize? She also brought a bag of jujube. She wanted to say sorry to you personally, but I told her you were busy and sent her away.”

Deirdre frowned heavily. “Did she say anything else?”

“No. Let me ask later.” While putting the bag of jujube away, Eilis said, “Anyway, this it’s just in time for this item to be delivered. I’ll cook some jujube porridge for you today.”

“Okay.”

Deirdre nodded. Following that, she returned to her room, freshened up, and made the bed. When she finally left the room, Eilis had left-only the porridge was still cooking in

the pot.

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Smelling the fragrance was already sweet, Deirdre carefully groped for the switch. As soon as she managed to turn off the fire, Eilis rushed over. “Deirdre, do you know what I

heard outside?”

“What’s it?”

“It’s about Mrs. Boebert. Do you know why she came to apologize?” asked Eilis in high spirits.

Deirdre paused for a second and asked, “Why?”

“It’s because of Mr. King! While they were discussing kickstarting the resort project, they said all houses in our village would have to be rebuilt or renovated. Then, Mr. King

suddenly told the village chief that Mrs. Boebert had to apologize to us. Otherwise, not only would she lose her opportunity to renovate her house, but she would also not be

given any benefits in the future. That’s why she came over in a hurry.”

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Deirdre was startled as she listened.

No matter how happy Eilis was at the ability to relieve her anger, Deidre wasn’t delighted at all. She felt tense instead.

“Why? Why would Mr. King do so?” asked Deirdre only after a while, frowning.

It was unreasonable that Declan would help her. After all, Declan, as a businessman, had no reason to come forward just because of a trivial conflict among the villagers.

Could it be…

Eilis was made aware of the situation. But because she was big-hearted, she didn’t dwell on the issue tool much when it wasn’t a disadvantage for her. She just smiled as she

said, “Perhaps Mr. King is a good man. He couldn’t see us honest people being wronged like this, so he’s here to maintain justice.”

Following that, Eilis went to ladle porridge into a bowl.

Because of that dream, Deirdre had to force herself to finish the bowl of porridge. When Eilis wanted to serve her another bowl, Deirdre immediately refused. “No, Madame

Russell. I’m full already. Let’s keep it for dinner”

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“Okay.”

Deirdre stood up and went out of the house.

When she got out, she didn’t go toward her own house but to the village entrance.

The church at the entrance of the village had become the place where people like Declan stayed. As soon as Deirdre arrived at the door, Declan came over with a cigar. “Hey,

Miss McKinnon, are you here for a walk today?”

“No, I’m not here for a walk,” answered Deirdre as she breathed vapor.

“In this case, what are you here for? Can it be that you are purposely here for someone?” asked Declan. Deirdre was slightly embarrassed. She mustered her courage and

said, “This morning, Mrs. Boebert came to apologize to me. Then, I found out that it was you who made the request. I would like to know how you learned about the matter

between Mrs. Boebert and me. Why did you help me?”

Before Declan had time to answer, someone came out from the room, snatched away the cigar in Declan’s hand, and extinguished it. Only then did Declan realize that

Deirdre had been covering her nose with her hand, trying not to breathe in the smell of the cigar.

Declan’s smile became more ambiguous. “Well, the protagonist is here. You may just ask him yourself while I’ll excuse myself.”

He patted Kryan’s shoulder and left.