Chapter 904 This Is Unfair to Miss McKinnon!

"Where's Deirdre?"

Mrs. Engel's impression of Brendan had sunk to its nadir. Had he not been her employer, she would have ignored him as though he did not exist." She's in her room." "Hmm."

He sounded so non-committal and nonchalant it irritated Mrs. Engel enough to speak out. "Mr. Brigthall, Charlene McKinney arrived and told me to prepare a guest room for her. She said she’s going to stay here for a few days!" "She’s here already?" Brendan remarked flatly. There was no sign to paint his reaction to lean either joy or disgust. In fact, it sounded as if he had been expecting it to happen. "Her injury hasn't healed yet, and I'm not usually at home. You should pay some attention to it while you can."

Mrs. Engel was appalled. "And you don't think this is unfair to Miss McKinnon, Mr. Brighthall? She’s pregnant with your child, sir, while you invite Charlene to stride into a house that belongs to the both of you as if-" "Is dinner ready?" Brendan suddenly interjected.

She froze. "Y-Yes, sir." "Get Charlene and Deirdre."

Brendan's attitude made it clear that he brooked no defiance. It stealthily reminded Mrs. Engel of her position as a mere employee and domestic worker. Thus, the older woman had no choice but to set the food on the table before calling out to the women upstairs.

It did not take Charlene long to show up.

her surprise as a conservative, aging woman-Charlene was

was clear

Brendan, whose eyes remained nailed at

documents down and said, "Bren? No

folder and looked

solemn and stoic as ever. It was as if Charlene had

quick to answer. "Mrs. Brighthall said she's not feeling well, so

at all? Brendan

just summon a doctor tomorrow and see what's wrong." "I...

You get a little upset here and there every once in a while, and then you lose your appetite. I don't think it's

head and ordered Mrs. Engel,

popped it open. She filled two glasses-one for Brendan, one for herself-and pushed it

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