Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers
Resent Reject Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 525

Chapter 525 The Child Was Forced to Die

After a long beat, Kyran finally found his voice. "And Steven?"

"Fled." Declan took another sharp inhale of smoke. "He is a smart man who knows you all too well. He foresaw things going south way ahead and withdrew his savings before disappearing. It's impossible to find him."

Kyran's eyes were nailed to the document. A maelstrom was kicking up in his chest, pressing itself against the inside of his chest and stinging him so much that his face turned white.

It took him a while to recover. Exhaling a few breaths, he said, "He had no motive. He wouldn't even have gained anything from it."

Declan flashed him a smile. "That much is obvious. What could he possibly gain from doing all of this to Deirdre? Nothing. As such, someone else must have ordered him to. Now, I don't have any solid proof yet, but I'm sure who that mastermind could be. Question is... Do you want to hear it?'

Kyran did not even blink. "Charlene."

"Huh? Right on the first strike. Only two people could have gained from this whole thing: you and Charlene McKinney. Deirdre was pregnant with your kid after two years of marriage, so her emotional motive was transparent."

Kyran sank into silence, his eyes misty. He could not stop his mind from returning to that day-the fire, the woman and her blurry features, and the near-suicidal, altruistic determination to save him from the

inferno.

Never had he expected that same angel to become a demon capable of the most wretched things behind

his back.

Declan could see the mental anguish playing out in Kyran's mind. Snuffing out his cigarette, he exhaled." Brendan, the past is the past. People can be unrecognizably changed even after a year, let alone two years shy of a decade.

"Charlene is no longer the same woman who saved you from the fire. She has changed. I told you back when the woman and I first met that this is a woman who's motivated by avarice. You were so in love with her that you wouldn't listen when I told you, and that's okay. I get it. But what other excuses can you come up with now?"

"I'm not even going to excuse her." Kyran thought of the trials Deirdre had gone through and felt a chill sweeping across his heart. "I was just thinking, who's the bigger sinner? Me or Charlene?"

After Deirdre was finally released from the prison and was given a chance to live, Brendan swooped back in like the Devil, chained her to his side, and proceeded to rain hellfire on her, humiliate her, abuse her, and endlessly torment her.

'No wonder Deirdre's love turned into hate.' 2

Declan sidestepped the question with a much more practical one of his own, "What now?"

"Deirdre has stated that the culprit behind her abduction is Charlene." Kyran shut the document. "It's high time she reaps what she sowed."

He handed the document back to Declan. "Come inside with me. Deirdre's busy in the kitchen. It's not safe to leave her alone."

He took two steps forward until Declan, climbing down his car, stopped him. "Brendan."

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The man stopped.

"You're not going to like what I'm about to tell you. The child the two of you had? Miss McKinnon never wanted to kill it... The kid was forced to die. On the day she lost her sight, she was forcibly drugged. She fought back and was beaten up over it," said Declan. "Nobody helped, so she lost. She didn't manage to save the kid." 1

Kyran's back was as straight and erect as ever, but one could see his entire frame shaking.

Deirdre heard the sound of the door opening and stopped her work. Rubbing her hands clean, she called out, "Hey, welcome back! Mr. King, did something happen? Why did you drink?"

Declan's well-practiced smile had returned. "False alarm! I wasn't drinking to heal my broken heart. My clients basically forced me."

"Well, that's a relief," she replied, relaxed. "I made you soup. Come take it. Hopefully, it will help lessen your hangover on the next day." "Gee, thanks."

Deirdre smiled and told him not the worry. Then, turning toward a rather sullen Kyran, who had not spoken a word since entering the house, she cried, "Hey, can you help me locate the pepper?"