Chapter 137 What Now?
Deirdre pushed herself to get out of bed.
The phone in the living room was still shrieking incessantly-almost like an audio representation of
suffering without end. She got out of bed with great difficulty and walked through the door. She then
picked up the phone-
And Brendan’s annoyed snarl greeted her. “Took you long enough!”
Deirdre’s fingers tightened around the receiver. As if he had not played a part in this! It had been cold
the day he had stripped her naked in his study and forcibly had sex with her. She had felt both chills
and at heat rush after that and had unsurprisingly come down with a fever. Even now, she was working
her way through a brain fog.
Not that he would care, anyway. All he cared about was spilling his seed and making himself feel good.
To him, she had always been a subhuman at best.
“I have a headache. I just woke up,” she croaked.
Brendan snickered. “Would it kill you to cut back on your malingering? It’s almost late evening, for
Christ’s sake.”
Deirdre pressed her lips and decided to change the subject. Suppressing her headache, she asked,
“What do you want?”
“Charlene accidentally left her necklace at home instead of bringing it to the party. She needs that
necklace because Mom gave it to her-it’s important. You’re at home, so come and deliver it here.”
“What?” Deirdre was taken aback. Had he just asked a blind woman to deliver Charlene’s necklace?
Her bewilderment was blurted out of her lips in the form of words before she knew it. “Brendan, I’m
blind. Bringing her necklace to the party, unassisted, is a tall order for someone like me. It’d be better to
send. someone back here to get it.”
Brendan frowned. “You think I’d let you out of the house if I weren’t desperate?” he retorted matter-of-
factly. “The main event is about to start. All you need to do is hail a cab and come to the old mansion-it
will take only a few minutes at most! I’ll have someorfe wait for you by the main entrance, so that’s that.
Get the necklace now-time is running out!”
Deirdre fought her dizziness by holding on to the edge of the table. “Aren’t you scared I might seize the
chance to run away?”
Brendan went quiet for a while. When he spoke again, his reply was undergirded with contempt. “Sure.
Run as far as you like. Don’t worry about your mom. I’m sure she will be fine if you run away.”
Deirdre felt a lump in her throat. Even with Sterling gone, Brendan still had leverage against her. She
took. a deep breath and asked, “Where is it?”
“In Lena’s room. On her vanity table. It’s in a box, so just bring that box over.”
Deirdre returned to her room and put on a warm coat before entering Charlene’s room. She felt her
way through, found the vanity table, got the box, and left to hail a ride. The journey lasted about 20
minutes. Someone approached her as soon as she got out of the car. “Is this Miss McKinnon?”
Deirdre passed the box. “Here it is-what Charlene wanted. Give it to her. And now, excuse me.”
The other person balked with an awkward smile. “Hold on a moment, Miss McKinnon. Miss McKinney.
told me that she would very much prefer that you give that necklace to her directly. Sorry for the
inconvenience.”
Deirdre frowned. What kind of trick was she up to this time? She had zero intention of heeding that
woman’s order, but she was just as reluctant to make things hard for this innocent messenger.
Mustering all her patience, she replied, “Fine Lead the way.”
“Right this way!”
Deirdre was led through a quiet, secluded path that cut through the backyard. She did not meet any of
the party guests. Then, finally, they stopped by the door to the lounge.
“Miss McKinney is waiting inside. Please make yourself comfortable. You’ll have to excuse me-I’ve got
some other things to attend to. See you!”
Deirdre nodded and grabbed the door handle.
A million thoughts raced through her head. Charlene must have planned this elaborate scheme to
humiliate her in front of the other people in the lounge, Deirdre would bet on it. Then, she would drag
her to the hall where all the other guests were and debase her even further.
To her surprise, the only sound that greeted her was Charlene’s voice. “Gosh, Miss McKinnon! You’re
finally here.” She greeted her sweetly. “Sorry to trouble you with my necklace. I accidentally left it at
home and I really thought I wouldn’t be able to make it to the main event with it!”
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