Resent, Reject, Regret novel Chapter 407

Deirdre could feel the woman’s jealousy as though it was a tangible gust. She stumbled backward, but she was too late. The possessed young woman had lunged, and her fingers extended like claws at her mask.

Freya yanked it down and revealed bandages covering half of Deirdre’s face. She was almost enraptured—as though she had stumbled upon a secret treasure trove. “I knew it! I knew it! The lower half of your face is not done yet! It’s still as ugly as sin! That’s why you had to wear a mask. You can’t even bear to show it to the world!”

Deirdre ignored her provocation. Frowning, she demanded, “Give my mask back.”

Freya was too happy as she had uncovered her secret. Mockery and schadenfreude rolled into a single gut punch when she continued. “You really think you’re some gorgeous angel fallen out of heaven, huh, b*tch? Don’t make me laugh! Most of those beautiful masked girls you see on the street actually looked like sh*t when you pull their masks away, anyway. I guess you’re no different, either!

“Besides, I knew the level of your disfigurement could not possibly be fixed with knives and plastic. It’s impossible, and I know it! You’ll never be able to go out there and show the public your true face, you disgusting, ugly b*tch!”

Deirdre was unperturbed. “Well, okay then. I guess I’ll just have to wear a mask for the rest of my life. Big deal, and honestly, none of your business. If you’re that free, Nurse Rene, may I humbly suggest you spend your time honing your skills and attitude to get out of the unemployment line?”

That remark stung Freya. Ever since the hospital fired her, she had trouble getting employed anywhere. Her resume was impressive enough that she should have handily landed a position in any private institution, and yet everyone immediately rejected her after reading through her profile.

The only reason she seemed to be blacklisted in the industry was because of Kyran. It had to be—no one else had that power!

And the only thing that made Kyran flex that power was Deirdre f*cking McKinnon!

Jealousy burned in Freya’s eyes like an inferno. She lurched.

Deirdre grabbed her hand reflexively. “What the h*ll!? What are you—”

“You should be cooped up in your room forever, you b*tch! You have no right to walk among us like you’re f*cking better than me! You have no f*cking right or reason to be with Kyran! You have no f*cking right, you f*cking wh*re! And I want you to remember who you really are!”

“Because men are like that! Men hate being embarrassed or mocked! He wants to bring you out on a date, but he doesn’t wanna be punished by being the joke on the town! Come on, wake up! He’s only hanging out with you because he has no one else to be with while he’s here. Once he’s back to his home turf, he’ll quickly remember, ‘Oh sh*t! Deirdre is just an ugly novelty trinket! She’s nothing!’”

Even Deirdre had to admit Freya’s words stung. She was happy being with Kyran, but it was not guaranteed that one day, Kyran would not return to the upper-class wealthy, elite social circle he belonged to.

And she would still be the same unsightly creature who could never be seen with any of these elites.

Still, the effect of Freya’s putdown was short-lived. Deirdre shook herself out of it, reminding herself that she should not think that far ahead.

“Just give my mask back,” Deirdre said stoically.