Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 906 She Won't Push Me Away If She Really Loves Me

Storm clouds pooled around Brendan's visage almost instantly. He locked his eyes dead on Deirdre's face, snarling, "How long are you going to act like a brat, McKinnon!?"

The commotion summoned Mrs. Engel out of the kitchen. Seeing ceramic pieces bathing in a pool of pumpkin soup on the floor, the good woman immediately tried to de-escalate the situation.

"Mr. Brighthall, please hear me out! Mrs. Brighthall had never liked pumpkin soups! I can vouch for that! This is why I made something else for her instead. She's not trying to make things hard for you, I promise!"

Deirdre's face was ashen and unyielding. 'You don't have to explain anything to that thick skull, Mrs. Engel. I'm always wrong to him anyway!" She sulked.

petulant tw*t since you were released from the detainment center!” he thundered. "If anything in this house offends your oh -so-high horses, talk it out like a grown-up! Nobody will lick your boo-boo just because you know how to throw a fit!” "M-Mr. Brighthall!" Mrs. Engel faltered, appalled. That was

a resentful glare

was ripe for her to step in. "Bren's right, you know," she said, her voice dripping with faux concern. "If something's bothering you, let it out like an adult instead of throwing a tantrum, okay? Bren's exhausted from work already. There's no reason he has to come home just to suffer another round of punishment." "I don't think you have as much right to comment as you think you do. Why do you think Brendan's exhausted at work? That catastrophe couldn't be

face fell, and her eyes turned misty. "But that’s because you pushed me down the stairs from the first floor and almost killed me! How was I supposed to play it cool after all that trauma!? In fact, you’re the one who’s getting a slap on the wrist

she rose from her seat, stormed up the stairs, and shut

b*tch! I bet she's starting to act like a brat because I've been too nice to her! As if I haven’t been as patient and understanding as I could! If I let you comfort her despite her being at fault, she will start acting like a royal pain in everyone's *ss!" "But Mr. Brighthall, M-Mrs. Brighthall's.... She’s simply hurt. I don't believe she wanted to throw a tantrum for tantrum’s sake at all. Pregnancy also often comes with

for a while. It was all