Chapter 4 Miss McKinney Is Awake

“No, Brendan! Pleaseeeeeeee! I’m begging you, pleaseeeeeeee don’t!”

His lips cracked into a cruel smirk. “Don’t? Don’t what? Aww, Deirdre, Deirdre, Deirdre. Are you playing hard to get now? How low can you sink?” he jeered. He could not care less about how she felt. If anything, hearing her sniffle and wail only frustrated him even more.

“B-B-Bren… Please, think of our child!” she heaved, pleading. Tears rolled out of the corner of her eyes like a stubborn stream. “Our… child…”

“Our what?! That thing inside you is the son of a wh*re. I have no relation to it!”

The coldness in his eyes could chill anyone’s blood. He wanted to punish her. To eviscerate her. To humiliate her. To jolt her awake from her delusion.

To make the child perish in the brutality of it all.

“Brendan—!” she cried out again, her arms flailing in her struggle.

Suddenly, the man’s phone shrieked out of his pocket, forcing him to stop. He answered the call and put it on speaker. “What?!” he grunted.

Steven Young’s voice was palpably overjoyed. “S-She’s up, Mr. Brighthall! Miss McKinney is awake!”

…..

Brendan drove away in the thick of the night. It was past midnight, and yet a minute after the call, the man leaped into his car and hurtled into the darkness. His reaction showed his anxiety and excitement.

How could he not act that way? The woman of his dreams had returned. He no longer needed to put on a charade with this revolting pretender.

Deirdre rose and redressed in her battered state, putting on her night clothes. She looked through the balcony windows, her eyes tracing the car’s silhouette, which was fading at the end of the road.

She felt a chill in her heart that echoed the innumerable pangs prickling through every inch of her body, forming a cacophony of unbearable pain.

Six years ago, Deirdre McKinnon had met the man on stage during a charity drive. He had been in a suit and tie, and she had fallen in love at first sight. The next time they had met, however, it had been amid the cackling flames of a house about to be ruined. He had been almost swallowed by the fire until she had selflessly dived inside and saved him.

Before falling unconscious, he had promised her that he would find her when he recovered. He had said that he would marry her, pledging to shower her with love for that single act of heroism.

After waking up, however, he had become Charlene McKinney’s fiance.

the genuine thing had finally woken up, it was time

……

by his forceful activity had not fully subsided, so she shrank into a

lit-up screen revealed Brendan’s name.

all her sleepiness away. There could only be one reason he would call her this early in the morning, but still, it was sooner than she had expected. Charlene had just woken up. Was he really so excited to

man shook Deirdre out of her stupor. Too terrified to

blared from the other side of the line. “I want you here right now!”

feeling well,” Deirdre replied softly. She had seen blood last night, and even now, she could feel jolts of pain assaulting her senses. “Can you let me rest a little bit? I’ll file the

quiet for a moment.

I’m not asking you to file for divorce now and

never lied. If he promised he would not hurt

feelings for Deirdre after all? That she, at the very least, deserved a heart-to-heart?

wildfire in her mind. She knew the possibility was slimmer than a straw, and yet she found herself moved. She quickly covered herself with an overcoat, got out of

to happen next? She wondered and wondered until she stepped inside

packed than

his furrowed brows relaxed. “She’s here. Collect her

‘Collect her blood?’

to react. Someone leaped from the couch and closed their fingers around her arm.

are you doing?!” Deirdre cried out and tried to wriggle her way out of that

that someone is you. You’re going up there right now, so stop wasting precious time

not believe her ears. “You… You told me

Brendan sneered. “Because I give a sh*t about you? Because I want you to come back and rest?”

get emergency blood bags from the hospital or something? It’s more reasonable than asking a pregnant woman to give blood!” she said. Her lips were trembling, and she felt her

You think I give a damn

she mentioned her death—it was just so irritating. His attention focused on her waist, and a sneer crept onto his lips. “I’m not forcing you

chill seizing her body, and yet she could not fight him. She felt his men pushing and jostling her upstairs… toward the

been there before—not even once—despite being married to him for two years. Nor had she

down on the bed, pinning her. That was when Deirdre’s

the case at all. It was like staring at herself—a clone whose features mirrored her own

But that did not mean they enjoyed the

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