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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 541
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Chapter 541 She Doesn’t Know It’s Me

Madame Brighthall let out a self–deprecating smile when she saw Kyran. “You’re my son, but seeing you is even

harder than climbing the sky itself. It has almost been a year since I last saw you. You wouldn’t have come to see

me if I hadn’t gotten into an accident, right? Do you hate me that much?”

Her voice was filled with sadness and disappointment. She had been through a lot ever since she sent Deirdre

away. Her family had fallen apart, and none of them cared about each other.

Kyran’s face was emotionless as he said, “Don’t overthink it. I’m just busy.”

“Busy? Are you telling me you’re busy to the point that you can’t even come into the house. and see me, although

you’re just a few blocks away?”

Kyran just kept silent.

Madame Brighthall sighed and said, blaming herself, “I thought I was doing you a favor by sending Deirdre away. I

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thought I was helping you maintain your hard–earned family, but I did not expect that it would be the last straw that

broke the camel’s back. So I don’t have any complaints about what happened to me right now. This is my

punishment.”

“Please don’t say that,” Kyran said, frowning tightly. “You’re going to live a long life.”

Madame Brighthall coughed and continued mockingly “Me? Live a long life? Oh gosh, that’s the funniest joke I’ve

ever heard. Look at me. Do you think I look like someone who’s going to live a long life? By the way, let’s talk about

Charlene. Is it true that she abducted someone?”

“Yeah,” replied Kyran, his face dark.

“She said she’s framed and wasn’t the mastermind behind the abduction. Well, I don’t believe her. If she were

framed, she wouldn’t have panicked and come to seek your help. She got into a hit–and–run that time, and now-

Madame Brighthall’s face turned pale. A sharp pang shot through her chest, rendering her unable to speak for a

moment. After a short while, she continued. “What are you going to do?”

Deirdre flitted over Kyran’s brain, and his face sank. “If she’s really the mastermind, no one can help her.”

Madame Brighthall’s face relaxed, and she said, “I’m so disappointed in her this time.”

She had been under the impression Charlene was the one who had saved her life instead of Deirdre. Thus, no

matter how dissatisfied she was with her, she just treated her action as a normal tantrum. However, after the truth

was revealed, she was getting more and more disappointed with Charlene.

“This is her own mess, so she should clean it herself. As for the victim, try and ask her if there is anything she needs

our help with in her life. After all, it’s our fault that caused

Charlene to become who she’s today.”

Suddenly, Madame Brighthall realized something. “Do you know the victim’s name? Does Charlene have any

grudges against her?”

Kyran fell silent when he heard the question.

Madame Brighthall looked at his expression, and understanding instantly dawned on her.

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“Is she Miss McKinnon?”

Kyran did not say anything.

Madame Brighthall finally connected all the dots and said, “So, you were with Miss McKinnon when you were not in

Neve the whole time? You’ve already found her?”

“Yes.” Kyran did not plan to hide anything from Madame Brighthall. “I’m staying with her now.”

Madame Brighthall’s eyes were filled with shock. “I thought she already has someone she likes?”

When she met her that time, she had asked her to come and see Brendan. However, from her reaction, she knew

that she hated Brendan to the core, so how was there any possibility she would stay with him now?

As if he sensed her surprise, Kyran replied readily, “She can’t see, so she doesn’t know that person is me.”

Madame Brighthall finally saw the light. She looked at Brendan as if she were looking at a stranger instead of her

son.

“So… The person she likes… It’s you?”

“Yes.”

Madame Brighthall closed her eyes. She was awash with exhaustion as she said, “Alright. I won’t poke my nose into

your affairs. But since you’ve decided to develop your relationship with Miss McKinnon, you need to tell Charlene

and make a clean–cut with her. You must not hurt Miss McKinnon ever again.”