Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 873

Chapter 873 Where is She?

“What’s that on your wrist?”

Deirdre’s heart skipped a beat. She retracted her hand immediately as if she had

touched something hot, her heart racing. “What’s what?”

Her reaction was unexpected; Brendan was stunned. “Uh, why is it so dirty?

It looks like dust.” “Oh!” Deirdre exhaled a breath of relief. He did not see her injury

after all. After all the trouble the scandal had brought to him via the Brighthall Group,

the last thing she wanted was for Brendan to be distracted by her affair. “Er, the wall

was a little dusty when I accidentally rubbed my skin against it.”

Brendan produced a piece of wet tissue. “I’ll help with that.”

He gingerly held her wrist with his one hand, but before the wet tissue even made

contact, Deirdre suddenly withdrew hers in a state of nervous panic.

“What’s the matter?” Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Deirdre went quiet, but Brendan thought he understood why she balked.” Sorry. I

genuinely only wanted to clean your hand for you. If you’re not comfortable with it,

you’re welcome to help yourself.”

He was upset-Deirdre could hear it in his voice. That hurt feeling did not make her

loosen her lips, though. She quietly took the tissue and cleaned her wrist under the

table. At times, she accidentally rubbed against her injury, and a little of that pain

would break out of her face and make her lip twitch.

She finished her meal as quickly as she could and rose. “I’m finished. I should go

back.”

Brendan wished God could give him more time, but he had to admit it was getting late.

Besides, he could not risk being too forward in rekindling their relationship by this

point. The only way they could get somewhere was through slow, steady, baby steps.

“Alright. You get an early rest, okay? If there’s anything you’ll like me to help with,

please don’t hesitate. I will help you. I promise.”

A glint flitted through Deirdre’s eyes as she nodded a little anxiously. The warden led

her back to the room where the other ten inmates waited in the corner, their eyes

boring into her.

When the warden left after a few words, they relaxed. One of them approached her

and pulled Deirdre by her hair. “Did you snitch?”

Calmly, she shook her head.

The leader was rather pleased. She clapped Deirdre’s cheeks. “Good girl. You should

be proud of yourself for not being a snitchin’ b*tch, darling, ‘ cause you just dodged a

bullet there. Anyway, you’re sleeping in the corner but leave your blanket. I’m going to

spread it wide on the floor for myself.”

Brendan cleared the food from the table and got back to his car. He was about to start

the engine, and yet his mind kept conjuring scenes of Deirdre’s overreaction.

Something just did not feel right.

She even stayed with him for far longer than she usually did.

He got out of his car and returned to the station.

“McKinnon? Oh, she’s not staying in that individual cell anymore.”

Brendan frowned. “Why not?” ‘Why else?” the warden replied haplessly. “The scandal

she’s involved in has grown so big that the top brass is making sure nobody’s giving

her any preferential treatment.”

Brendan’s heart sank. “Then where is she now?” “She’s locked up with other female

suspects.” “Show me, now!”

It was a chilling night. The cement floor seemed to emanate cold from every inch

before prickling Deirdre’s skin as she sat by herself in the corner. She could not stop

shaking.

She could not lean against the wall, or the cold would nip at her. The only thing she

could do was curl into a ball, her arms protecting her belly.

‘I have been through worse,’ she told herself.

Her days in prison had been far more tormenting than anything this detainment center

could throw at her. She was sure she could survive this if she just steeled herself-but

there was no way she would rehash the past.

This time, she would protect her baby.

Sleep overcame her. Slowly, she closed her eyes.

When Brendan ordered the warden to bring him to Deirdre’s new cell, he did not

expect he would see something like that.

He did not expect to see the other suspects huddling with one another, snug in their

blankets, while Deirdre was relegated to the corner with her arms around her legs.

Her uniform was so thin that she was visibly shivering from the cold.