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Chapter 601 Who Did This!?
Brendan calmed down a little and took the phone. 'Til get it fixed.
A change finally shadowed Deirdre's frozen, mortified face. A flash of surprise briefly lit up in her glassy, unseeing
eyes before she hung her head and whispered, 'Thank you."
It came from the bottom of her heart. The phone meant way too much to her.
Brendan could only laugh at himself. He was pushing her to be closer to his own alter ego! Even if... he had always
been like this.
The waiter quickly brought a dry towel and coat. Brendan took them and wrapped the coat around Deirdre’s head,
making sure that the bitter cold would not get to her.
And that was the last of any softness in his expression. Almost immediately, he scanned the surroundings with a
piercing, vindictive glare. "Who was it? Who did it?"
Someone among the crowd said, "She probably fell inside the pool by herself, right? I mean, she can't see. I
wouldn't think it’s that surprising."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Yea. It's a given for someone like her, right?"
Brendan knew better than that. He knew the kind of person Deirdre was. She was always careful with where she
stepped-her eyes might still be in poor sight, but they were still better than complete blindness and allowed her to
see large objects. She would have never fallen into the water by herself.
Someone did it to her.
"I’m giving the culprit one last chance to confess. On a count of three, if nobody's going to stand up and admit to
their fault by the count of three, I'll immediately ask for records from the surveillance camera above. Let me be
very clear. I'll show no mercy to the culprit the moment I find you."
The air in the room seemed to have gelled in the chill. The frigid vindictiveness caused everyone's skin to crawl.
He began counting down. 'Three.
'Two."
"l-lt was me."
Zinerva Cole stepped out of the crowd. She was worried that the camera would easily show her to be the one who
got close to Deirdre, but it was really primarily motivated by a desire to be noticed.
Sure, the fact that Brendan threw himself into the water without hesitance made it seem like he loved her a lot, but
that b*tch was all wet and pathetic now, okay? Compared to Zinerva's impeccable exterior and bearing, Deirdre
was like a rock placed side-by-side with a gemstone.
What if Brendan became smitten with her? What if her beauty implored him to reduce her sentence? It was not like
none of that had ever happened before. She had cashed in her beauty and gotten forgiveness and mercy way too
many times in the past.
And this time, it was not going to be any different.
"I didn't mean it," she explained coyly. "Miss McKinnon was in a hurry, so she brushed past me. She could not see
me, so she got tangled with my heels and fell into the pool. I would have saved her if I knew how to swim, but since
I don't, all I could do was wait for the waiter to help."
Deirdre had been in mind-numbing shock since she was rescued, but the young woman’s words stirred her into
reaction. Her eyes shifted.
'Liar.'
Deirdre clenched her hands into fists. If she had tripped over someone's shoe, she would have admitted that it was
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmall an accident. But she knew what she felt-someone pushing her on her waist.
Brendan noticed the change in Deirdre's face and shot daggers at Zinerva as though she was his assassination
target. "An accident, you say?"
"Exactly!" The young woman did not even notice the danger looming in front of her. In fact, Brendan's stare only
made her feel even more bashful. Lowering her head, she added, "Miss McKinnon wasn't watching where she was
going, but it made me look like I'm the bad guy now. Sigh. I'm kinda the victim here."
A dangerous sheet of glacier crystallized in Brendan's eyes. "Will you look at that? Someone that is all dry and
unharmed has the galls to call herself the victim! She tripped another person into the water, but somehow, she's
the victim of the person literally drowning a few minutes ago! If that isn't shameless, then I don't know what is."
'S-Shameless?'
Zinerva looked up in horror. Meeting Brendan’s glare and the disgust in his eyes made her panic. "Wait, that’s not
what I meant, Mr. Brighthall —"
"Can you stop yapping? This place is freezing, and your bullsh*t isn't making it any better!" Brendan snarled, his
every word punctuated with force. His eyes shifted briefly to the biting surface of the pool. "Jump." Zinerva's face
was drained of all colors. "W-What!?"
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