Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 647

Chapter 647

Chapter 647 You Misunderstood Him

"Dee..."

Glenna’s mouth hung agape in bewilderment. She had never expected someone this gentle and graceful to be so animated by rage and hate.

Deirdre’s eyes were beet red, but she reined herself in as much as possible. "Sorry, that was sudden and impolite, but I'm not sorry for what I meant. Whether Brendan lives or dies has nothing to do with me! Nothing! I won't and will never see him!”

Declan scowled. A long while later, he said, "I understand your rage against Brendan, but why... did you say he abandoned you in Gillian’s hands?"

"What? He didn't do that?’ Deirdre laughed mockingly. "On that day of the abduction, Cillian called him and told him to come to get me. Do you know what he did? He just took the ride all the way back to Neve! The only reason I'm alive is that I raked my head to find anything to help me survive! He didn't care if I lived, so why should I care if he dies?!"

"You think... he didn't care?" Declan sounded thrown off, as if he was on his back foot. He took a few breaths and sighed.

“Miss McKinnon, you misunderstood him."

Her eyes trembled. "What!?"

The moment Brendan hung up the call was engraved in Deirdre’s mind. She remembered hearing the guard say Brendan had returned to Neve in his car. None of that was fake!

"What? You're telling me he didn’t scurry back to Neve? He didn’t hang up on Gillian’s call telling him to save me? I'm blind, Mr. King, but my ears are not damaged! I heard it all! That is an undeniable truth!"

"It was the truth,” Declan admitted. "He left Eastgene.”

"So what misunderstanding is there left?" she snarled.

She could feel her heart growing cold as it sank into her stomach and snickered. "Did I misunderstand his intention? So, this whole time, he was worried about me for a week but also worried for his own safety? He was biding his time in Neve until everything was okay enough for him to return and save me? Well, that’s even worse! I was captive for a week! Nobody knew if I could live. I could have died, and that's it!"

She shrieked. Nobody knew just how hard it had been for her to survive that one week-the lengths she had had to go through just to live.

Declan’s gaze turned soft and sympathetic.

"I thought you had finally walked out of the nightmare after returning to Eastgene, but I didn't expect your trauma to run so deep. I'm sorry.”

Deirdre wiped her drenched face. She could not tell if it was sweat or tears. "No, you don't have to be sorry. Nobody would have been able to save me back then. I was just chilled to the bone by his cruelty. Anyone would have been worried for a dog’s safety if they had been living with it for two years, but God, this b*stard left just like that! He couldn't even wait to go home!"

“And that is why I said what I said. You misunderstood Brendan.” Declan could not even make out whatever sentiment was brewing in his chest.

" Didn't he tell you?”

Deirdre finally caught on. Raising her head, she asked, "Tell me what?”

"The reason Brendan didn't come to save you immediately was that my moles were with Cillian.”

"What!?” Deirdre’s pupils dilated in shock.

Declan leveled her gaze with an appeasing gaze. "He knew you were safe. He knew you managed to calm Cillian into buying you more time. So, he used the time you bought to gather manpower in Neve. Did you know? He didn't sleep for three days. All he could do was devise plans to save you.

"But your real intention was exposed too soon, before the plan was finally ready. Cillian was about to finish you, and knowing that, Brendan ignored everyone’s attempts to stop him and barged into Ci llian's house... alone.”