Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 800

Chapter 800 Don’t Tell Her NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“We tracked Ophelia all the way until Lowe, according to Charlene’s photos. The place had already been vacated when our people got there, but we received information from the villagers today. They claimed that many people live in East Lowe, which is the location in the photos.

Moreover, those people are strangers that the villagers are not acquainted with. Hence, I boldly speculated that Ophelia is possibly being kept there!”

A tinge of hope flashed past Brendan’s dark eyes.

Since there was information, it signified they were already getting closer to the truth. If he could save Ophelia, he would still stand a chance at making up for the mistake he had made in the past.

Did Charlene really have the capability to hide Ophelia in such a far location?

“Commission the professionals and get them to depart tomorrow. I want well-trained professionals to go to the mountain to investigate this matter. I won’t allow any mistakes.”

‘Yes, sir!”

“One more thing.” Brendan stopped for a moment. “Prepare a car for me.”

“Sir?” Sam was astounded. “Are you going there in person?”

“Hmm.” Brendan could not set his mind at ease without being there. He suppressed his cough and said, “I want to see and confirm if Ophelia is there in person. Also, I would like to find out who those people are working for.”

“However, that place is so dangerous…”

Brendan looked up and said nonchalantly, “Sam, don’t forget how you and those people from the organization were saved.”

Sam did not have the courage to forget Brendan’s capability because he had witnessed it with his own eyes. He figured that Brendan wanted to go on this trip to ensure that the search would be carried out perfectly.

Most importantly, there was also Deirdre, of course.

The matter was urgent because Lowe was located far away. If they were to delay any further, it was possible that the people there would move their operation base again.

Sam prepared the car. Before they departed, Brendan suddenly said, “Let’s go back to the mansion first.”

The car drove all the way to the mansion and stopped at the door. Brendan called up Mrs. Engel to bring Deirdre to the door.

Deirdre showed up with a jacket draped over her body, her hair coiled into a loose bun behind her head. Her expression was so nonchalant, as if she was meeting a stranger. “How can I help you?”

Brendan looked at the woman before him, his dark eyes glistening with emotions. He knew he would be away for the trip for three days.

He suppressed the urge to hug her in his arms and said, “I’m going on a business trip today, and I’ll be back in three days.”

Deirdre’s expression did not change at all. “Is that so? Would you like me to wish you a safe journey?”

Brendan’s dark eyes dimmed, and he said, “Hmm.”

Deirdre was slightly stunned. She found it surprising that Brendan did not hear the cynicism in her tone, or perhaps he turned a deaf ear to her cynicism on purpose.

“Safe journey.”

Upon saying that, she turned around and walked away. Mrs. Engel looked nervously at Brendan before turning around to help Deirdre walk.

Brendan gazed after Deirdre’s departing silhouette until she was completely out of his sight.

Sam could not refrain from saying, “Sir… Why haven’t you told Miss McKinnon that you’re going to look for Ophelia? If you were to tell Miss McKinnon about your trip, she would never treat you in such a manner anymore.”

Brendan shifted his gaze to the car window regulator. “I won’t tell her about this matter and give her hope when we can’t even confirm if the woman in the photo is Ophelia.”

The most crushing blow that one could deliver was the despair that came after giving false hope.

Deirdre suffered tremendously due to Ophelia’s death, so Brendan could only pretend that nothing had happened before he had solid evidence to prove Ophelia was still alive.

Sam understood to a certain extent and started the car.

When the car left, Mrs. Engel said, “Mr. Brighthall has left.”

Deirdre sat in the yard basking in the wind and raised her eyes ever so slightly upon hearing the remark.

Mrs. Engel said, “Mr. Brighthall appears to be very busy. He has a bunch of cars following after his car, yet he manages to find time to visit you despite his hectic schedule. I figure he must be having trouble

parting with you, right?”