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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 713
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Chapter 713 She's Still Alive?

Ophelia was dead. There was no way Brendan would lie to her about this matter.

But if it was not Ophelia, why would Brendan keep a photo of a woman who looked like her?

Deirdre's heart began to pump faster and faster as an idea began slowly taking shape in her head.

"Glenna, can you tell me more about the photo? Can you tell where she is and who she’s with?" Deirdre asked.

Glenna looked at the photo closely for a while, but she could barely see anything because the photo was blurry.

"This photo is weird. It seems to me that she's in a room or something. She's sitting on a bed, and there’s no one

else in the photo."

"What about her hair? And what is she wearing? Does she have long hair or short hair?"

Glenna was startled by Deirdre's string of questions. She tried to calm her down by saying, "Calm down, Deirdre. I'll

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tell you slowly."

Tm sorry..." Deirdre pressed down her surging emotions and closed her eyes. If Ophelia was still alive, then she

could not leave the country anymore.

"She's wearing a worn-out shirt and she has short hair."

"Short hair? Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Glenna replied firmly. "Her hair reaches the nape of her neck. Oh yeah, her hair is also completely gray."

Deirdre shuddered. If the woman in the photo was Ophelia, then it meant she was still alive.

She used to have long black hair, but her hair had become short and gray. Deirdre could not imagine how hard the

past five years had been on her.

Glenna put down the photo and asked, "What happened, Deirdre? She's your mother, right?"

Deirdre shook her head and sobbed. "I'm not sure, Glenna... My mother died five years ago..."

'What?" Glenna was dumbfounded. She only understood now why Deirdre would behave so strangely. Suddenly, she

remembered something and asked, 'We found this photo in the pocket of Kyran's suit, so why don't you go ask him?

It would be great if your mother was still alive."

The problem was that she was lying to Glenna. The suit belonged to Brendan, and judging from what she knew

about him, he would not have put it off until now if he'd wanted her to know this.

"Glenna... This is kind of complicated, and I don’t know how to explain it to you..." Just as Deirdre was wondering

how she should explain everything to Glenna, her phone rang.

She answered the call and a deep, stern, magnetic voice wafted into her ear. "It’s me, Deirdre."

Deirdre clenched her teeth tightly. She did not know why Brendan was calling her at this late hour, so she went into

the bathroom and asked, "Why are you calling me at this late hour, Mr. Brighthall?"

Brendan fell silent for a moment before saying, "I remember that you still have my suit. Is that right? When are you

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going to give it back to me?"

"Give it back to you?" Deirdre's heart skipped a beat, and she said, "I thought you weren’t going to ask for it back,

Mr. Brighthall."

"That suit means a lot to me. Can you give it back to me tomorrow? I’ll send you the address later." Brendan

commanded her coldly. It seemed to Deirdre that he was not going to tell her anything, and her heart sank.

She felt that he was hiding something from her, and it made her wonder who the woman in that photo was.

'When are you going to get your suit back?"

"As soon as possible. Oh yeah, don't touch my suit. I don't like other people touching my stuff.”

After he finished talking, he hung up the call.

Deirdre clutched her phone tightly. She knew Brendan very well, so she was confident that something was not right

with him.

He had sounded rather anxious and nervous. Could he be worried that she might find the photo?