Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 66 She Doesn’t Deserve to Be Mrs. Brighthall

Afterward, Charlene was whisked away by Sam, and Brendan found Deirdre sitting on the bed in a daze when he entered the room again.

She felt slightly frantic when she heard the sound of the door being opened.” Brendan, when will you let me meet my mother? I… I’ve missed her…”

Perhaps she had been suppressing her emotions earlier because she did not wish to show them to Charlene, yet she was feeling anxious for no apparent reason deep down. She felt that she would only be at ease when she met Ophelia in real life.

“I told you that she is receiving treatment abroad. We will need some time to make arrangements, even if you want to meet her. Do you think that meeting her is so simple?” Brendan was answering against his conscience, so he spoke in a rather harsh tone.

Deirdre was under the assumption that he was not fond of being queried, so she nodded and said in a gentle tone, “Don’t worry, Brendan. It’s not that I don’t want to get a divorce. I’m only worried that you won’t let me meet my mother. I will head to court with you as soon as I meet her. I don’t want the position of Mrs. Brighthall.”

She spoke in a flattering manner, perhaps to motivate Brendan to bring over Ophelia sooner, yet her remark made Brendan’s dark eyes turn cold instantly.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he was now suppressing his anger.

“Let’s go.”

put on her shoes without uttering a word and felt her way from the bed to

a moment, while Brendan said in a mocking tone, “Don’t even think that I’m treating you well. I just don’t

aware that he had an uncontrollable impulse to

looks from the passersby along the way. It

since their fingers were interlaced, which was an apparent sign that they had a close

Brendan and Deirdre were there, he immediately put out the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can. He approached

shifted to Deirdre, and he was having a hard time deciding what to address her. He had recently found out that Deirdre

“Madam?”

stunned

he then furrowed his eyebrows. “Who gave you permission to address her that

in cold sweat at the thought that his flattery had failed. ‘I shouldn’t have addressed her as ‘madam’, but ‘Ms. McKinnon’ would have been fine. However, it’s so apparent that Brendan treats Deirdre in a different way

sorry, Mr. Brighthall. My mind