Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248 She Plays the Piano Beautifully

“I can give you money if that is what you want, and the villa has never treated you shabbily if all you want is a place to live. But you still insist on going outside and claim that you’re not trying to run away?”

Brendan spoke in a stern voice. He got up from the chair, moved closer to Deirdre, and clutched her shoulders. “Deirdre, I spoiled you by letting you go outside in the

past few days and you’ve become wildly ambitious. Now you think you’re strong enough to leave?”

Deirdre was pinned against the door and felt deeply powerless when she heard Brendan’s furious remark. “Brendan, I’m a living human being. Don’t I even have the

right to go and get a job?”

“You have to be capable of taking care of yourself if you want to go out and get a job. Could you live through the winter out there without me? I’m afraid no one would know even if you froze to death out there!”

Brendan had initially intended to tell Deirdre that the outside world would never tolerate a blind person, yet his remark sounded extremely unpleasant.

Deirdre was hurt by the words and bit her lower lip so tightly that it began to bleed. She kept her head lowered and did not utter a word.

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows and caressed her face. “I can give you money if that’s what you want and I’m not limiting your freedom to go out. I’ve already given you enough space, so don’t bring up the idea of getting a job out there. If anything bad were to happen to you, no one would take care of you.”

Deirdre pushed away his hand with her icy fingers, her gaze calm. “Understood.”

He tilted her chin stubbornly to search for emotion on her face, only to discover that her gaze had suddenly turned empty once again. Feeling extremely agitated, he said, “Deirdre, I’m doing this for your own good.”

“I understand. I shall leave if there’s nothing else.”

Deirdre opened the door and walked outside, feeling slightly indifferent in her heart. She had already predicted the outcome earlier but she still found it hurtful for a brief

moment.

Perhaps she was asking for too much, as it was already enough that she had been reunited with Ophelia safely. There was a limit to Brendan’s patience, so she should not have challenged his patience over and over again.

He knocked on her door, and Maeve turned around to look at Deirdre. “Mr. Brighthall.”

“Is she asleep?”

Maeve nodded. Brendan followed Maeve’s gaze and saw the woman’s tiny, skinny body curled up on the bed under the blanket.

“Did she say anything to you when she returned?” he asked after a moment.

“No. Ms. McKinnon was not in a good mood. She went to sleep after taking a shower.”

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. “What happened when you and Deirdre went out? Why is she suddenly talking about getting a job?”

Maeve recounted the sequence of events in detail, and Brendan fell silent.

Maeve would not have meddled in Deirdre’s affairs in the past. However, she could not help speaking at the thought of how joyous Deirdre had been when her capability had been recognized and how dejected she had been after being rejected. “Mr. Brighthall, Ms. McKinnon plays the piano beautifully. You should listen to her perform if you have the opportunity. It feels like she is a different person, one who has been given a soul, when she plays.”