Chapter 523: Resent Reject Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 524

Chapter 524 Her Torment Was On Your Orders Deirdre had become sure of herself, confident, regal, and imposing, like, well… that man…

Maeve’s shock gradually transitioned into feeling sorry for her. “Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll testify against McKin ney.”

“Thank you.” Deirdre nodded politely at her and left her seat. The police officer greeted her and entered the room after her.

Kyran covered her with his coat and praised her. “You were excellent.”

“Really?” Deirdre forced herself to smile through her fatigue. “I probably looked stoic and purely rational in there, but I was barely controlling my

sadness and anger. I guess I’m just not mature enough.”

“No, you’re wrong. You’re very mature. What you felt stemmed from your disappointment against her. T hat’s why you felt sad and angry.”

Deirdre flashed him a pained smile. She cleared her throat and hoped all her emotions went down into

her gut like a heavy load. “Reason tells me it’s only natural for a mother to do what she did. She was try ing to save her daughter, her own flesh and blood. To her, the decision was easy. The life of someone s he didn’t know against the life of her own daughter. There was no cause for hesitance.

“But I couldn’t help but feel, you know? Who did she see me as? We lived together for a while, right? Di d my life mean so little to her? I guess… In the end, the only thing she shared with her was the voice. She sounded like her, but she’s not her.”

Deirdre forced herself not to cry even as her eyes were red. She was not Ophelia–

she never was her mother. Never was the woman who would forgo her own meal if it meant she could buy a little lollipop to brighten Deirdre’s day.

“Deirdre…” Kyran gritted through his trembling heart and threw his arms around her. He closed his eye s as his expression twisted into a regretful grimace. It took him a long time before he could finally calm himself into assuming his calm voice. “You still have me.”

Deirdre squeezed her arms, drawing him into herself with all her might. “I know.” Her voice sounded muffled as it escaped.

“You have no idea how glad I am that you’re around. Anyone else in the world could bring me pain… ex cept for you. You never disappoint.”

Kyran’s hand froze in mid–stroking her back.

“Mm–hmm.”

Maeve told the interrogating officer everything. Deirdre listened to about half of her testimonial and decided she had ha d enough. The two left and visited a supermarket close to their residence. 1 After buying their ingredients, she asked, “Hey, Kyran, should we call Mr. King and ask when he is comi ng back? We can have dinner together.”

Kyran made that call, but the other side did not answer him.

“He’s probably busy. He’s not even answering my call. Let’s eat on our own.”

“Okay!”

Deirdre began to prepare their dinner as soon as they returned home while Kyran made himself useful

with whatever auxiliary tasks needed to be completed. He received a call halfway and immediately frow ned.

“What is it?” asked Deirdre, turning back to him.

Vument was ch Your Finders Kyran hung up. “Nothing big. Declan had a few drinks, and now he’s too tipsy to drive. He wants me to g “He drank?” asked Deirdre, surprised. “Well, you better rescue him now. Come back soon, okay?”

Kyran kissed her hair. “Take care of yourself. If you can’t find something, just wait for me. I won’t be long “Okay!”

Kyran took his coat, closed the door, and strode outside. Declan’s car was parked near the entrance, wit cigarette was lodged between his fingers.

As soon as Kyran appeared, he handed him a file. “Here. Your report.”

As Kyran rummaged through the pages, Declan spoke. “Someone ordered Deirdre to be maltreated and when he said it was.”

The document was filled with graphic details of Deirdre’s torment and pain as described by witnesses. T his heart ached until he accidentally crumpled the pages with a frown.