Chapter 2 You’re Too Inferior to Bear Me A Child

Deirdre was stunned. Then, her eyes began to redden.
He had found out. He had found out even before he had given her that call. If he had known she was pregnant, why had he not called her out?! Because he had gotten a kick out of seeing that little glint of relief in her eyes twinkling before it died? Because he’d wanted to see that little shimmer of solace crumble in real time?

Deirdre bit her lip and willed herself to appear calm. She remembered how much Brendan detested seeing her cry. “B-Brendan? I swear—I swear to God—I’ll be obedient and do whatever you ask me to. J-Just let me… Let me keep my child, okay? P-Please? I swear, it won’t… it won’t get in your hair. T-Then when Charlene wakes up, I promise I’ll leave with my child. It’ll vanish into thin air… as if it was never born.”

It did not matter how much her voice was breaking. Brendan had a heart of stone. Instead of making him pity her, all she managed was to make a faint shade of mocking glee appear in his callous black eyes. “Oh, you must be joking. The only reason you even became Mrs. Brighthall—and have been enjoying all these f*cking luxuries and comfort that your pathetic self doesn’t even deserve—is because you were fortunate enough to have that face. I may give you some leeway, but I’ve always made clear that the only one who would carry my child is Lena. You? You’re inferior to me!”

‘You’re… inferior to me?’

His cruel words cut her like knives. This hurt her even more than if he had just swung his hand and slapped her across the cheeks.

Why did Brendan have to treat her this way?

It was getting harder to breathe…

Then, footsteps echoed from outside the living room. Deirdre lifted her head, feeling alert. Steven was here, just as Brendan had finally exhausted the last mote of his patience.

it done quickly, Steven!” he barked out. “Take her to a private hospital where confidentiality will be assured. I don’t want a word of

of her child… treat

her. He just shot Steven

clawing out of her throat as she shrieked, “No, Brendan! Nooooo! Please, please, please—let me keep this child,

knocked her head on the floor in

have her face. Lena would never bend even a single

to. She was loved! Brendan loved her! The heir to the Brighthall Family himself was head-over-heels in love with her! She had been in

replacement. Her worth rested on the fact that she looked just like Charlene—so

keep the baby, please…”

“Never.”

were as callous as an executioner’s. Brendan had gotten sick of arguing with

of my sight and take her there! Stop

He hooked his arm under Deirdre’s shoulder and began to trawl her across the floor.

pleaseeeee! How can you hate the baby? It’s your baby—you’re the father! It’s your flesh and

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