Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 680

Chapter 680 An Alternative Explanation

"I’m all ears, sister! Just say the word!"

Deirdre leveled a grateful gaze at her.

"I need you to investigate something."

"This is it.The address points to this unit,"

Glenna said as she checked the note in her hand, comparing it to the placard reading ‘ 604’ on its door.

"Should we knock?"

Deirdre nodded.

"Let’s go."

Glenna knocked.

A while later, they heard footsteps and a woman’s answer.

"Coming!"

The door was pulled open the next second.

Maeve was still remarking to herself, "I didn’t expect you to be home so soon! Is it the semester br—"

She faltered.

Even without consulting her sight, Deirdre could tell that Maeve must look startled and taken aback Maintaining her composure, Deirdre asked, "Can we come in?"

Maeve stepped aside.

Deirdre strode inside.

Her foggy sight managed to make out a crowded, small interior, hinting at her the older woman’s lackluster economic status.

She had not received a lot of money lately, then.

Or...she had, but it was so recent she had not had the time to rent a bigger, comfier room with it.

Maeve seemed to have expected them and was even relieved to have her intuition confirmed.

"Want something to drink? I’ve got only water."

"No need."

Deirdre turned her attention back to the older woman.She was not there to drink and had no mood for pointless detours.

"I think me being here makes it clear that we should just go straight to the point, so let me cut to the chase.How much money did Charlene give you?"

"Money?"

Maeve echoed before chuckling mirthlessly to herself.

"I guess that does sound like something I'd do."

Deirdre could hear self-deprecation in her reply and felt a sting in her chest.

She closed her eyes.

At this point, there was no point in a race to gain sympathy.

"Okay, so what did she threaten you with?"

Maeve sank into momentary silence.

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Deirdre was startled.

"Miss McKinnon, regardless of what you think, I’ve never met Charlene or talked to her on any of the days leading up to her trial.She wasn’t the one who convinced me."

Deirdre’s eyes trembled.

"Then why!?" she snarled.

"You promised me! It was the only way to get her punished for her crime! If you never wanted to help, then just don’t be present on the day of the trial! Why did you have to go to the police and say it was all just ‘ slander’!?"

Glenna held Deirdre's quivering fingers.

"Dee..."

Deirdre tried her best to calm down.

"I’ve been waiting for tomorrow.

Waiting to hear her get her just dessert.

I’ve been waiting for more than just a few months! I’ve been waiting for three godd*mn years! This is what she duly deserves from the moment she made me go to prison in her stead! She belongs to prison! But now...all of my patience and hopes have gone to nothing! You lied about fabricating your side of the story, and that stupid lie is all it took to completely free her from the punishment she deserved for years! "So why!? Why did you even agree to help me? Why did you give me hope! ?"

Maeve’s eyes reddened.

"I really wanted to help you, dear..."

Deirdre felt the onset of despair.She had to pick the cruelest of all the things she could have said.

"So, you stabbed me in the back and twisted the knife!? If I didn’t visit the police station for an update, I would have still been fooled! Is this it? This is how you want to help me!?"

Maeve felt a lump in her throat.

She sobbed.

Deirdre cast her eyes down.

"Why? I need a reason! Why did you do this to me?"

"Miss McKinnon, maybe you...You should consider an alternative explanation."

Maeve wiped the tears away from her face.

"Someone else had bailed her before I went to the police station.A figure of power, status, and influence that I don’t think...I don’t think I need to say more."