Chapter 134 I Missed Listening to Her Voice
“Why would we invite her to the party?” Brendan was displeased. “You’re too kind. She deserves to be pitiful because she has only herself to thank for that. Besides, your birthday party is very important. Who’s going to have a good time at your party when the sight of her spoils all the fun?”
“But… Isn’t Ms. McKinnon going to be bored at home all by herself?” She said in a pitiful tone, “I believe that Ms. McKinnon won’t spoil the fun.”
“However, does she deserve to be invited to your birthday party?” Brendan’s dark eyes were tainted with coldness as his eyes were fixed on Deirdre’s face. “Speak for yourself. Do you deserve to attend such a grand event?”
Deirdre’s heart was racing. This was Brendan’s most lethal blow It was not enough that he had humiliated her. He was now forcing her to acknowledge the insult
Deirdre believed that Charlene must be smiling in satisfaction at that very moment. She took a deep breath, suppressed her shaky voice, and answered, I don’t deserve it.”
Brendan said in a mocking tone, “It’s great that you know that. Why haven’t you gone back to your room?” Deirdre shut her eyes and opened them again. She then walked upstairs step by step, feeling pain.
ore her door was closed, she heard Charlene say pretentiously. “Don’t do that, Brendan. Ms. McKinnon is already suffering a great deal…”
No one knew that her birthday was one day before Charlene’s. It was today. The more celebrated Charlene’s birthday was, the lonelier and more desolate she felt.
No one remembered her real birthday other than her mother.
Deirdre opened her eyes and felt her heart racing, her eyes stinging with tears. Her mother was still living under Brendan’s control, and she wondered if her mother’s illness had been cured or if her mother missed her. She was utterly clueless..
She sat upright and waited for the voices outside to quiet down before she opened the door and walked toward the study.
She knocked on the door and opened it when she heard the words ‘come in’.
Brendan looked disgusted and surprised by the sight of her. “Leave!”
Deirdre clasped her hands behind her back shakily, mustering the courage to say, “It’s my birthday today, Brendan.”
Brendan was stunned for a moment. He’d had no idea, or one could say that he had never cared about that. Soon, his astonishment was replaced by contempt. “So? Don’t tell me you would like your birthday to be celebrated with a party too. You know better than me if you deserve that!”
Deirdre was already used to the discrimination and could not be bothered to frown even in the slightest. I don’t. I just… I just want to talk to my mother. She used to wish me ‘happy birthday’ in the past… I’ve missed listening to her voice…”
She assumed that her request was very simple, yet Brendan rejected it without any hesitation with a dark gaze. “That would be impossible! Stop dreaming!”
“Why?” Deirdre could not make sense of it. “Don’t I even have the right to talk to my mom? Brendan, I’m not even asking to meet her. Can’t I just talk to her?”
Brendan’s thin lips were pursed tightly. No one knew that Ophelia was dead better than him. Forget about
talking to her. She no longer existed in this world.
“She’s not allowed to talk on the phone due to her condition.” Brendan made up an excuse. “She’s still receiving treatment, and her condition is very unstable. If she listened to your voice, it would affect her treatment.”
“What’s going on with her?!” Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears instantly. She asked anxiously, “I thought you said that she was already back in the country?”
“It’s precisely because she’s back in the country that it would be troublesome if she fell ill again. When she recovers, I’ll arrange for a meeting between you two without you telling me.”
Deirdre’s eyes reddened with anger, but she did not have the courage to comment further out of fear that Brendan would go back on his own word if he was angered and she would not see her mother for the rest of her life.
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