Resent, Reject, Regret

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.”

of bed. She was almost fully recovered after recuperating for three months. She put on her shoes without

so he stretched out his hand to hold hers. The woman was stunned for a moment, while Brendan said in a mocking tone, “Don’t even think that I’m treating you well. I just don’t want to waste my time on a blind.

that he had an uncontrollable impulse to

looks from the passersby along the way. It was mostly because their

interlaced, which was

smoking a cigarette. Noticing that Brendan and Deirdre were there, he immediately put out the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can. He approached them and said, “Mr.

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

“Madam?”

was stunned by

but he then furrowed his

drenched in cold sweat at the thought that his flattery had failed. ‘I shouldn’t have addressed her as ‘madam’, but ‘Ms. McKinnon’

Mr. Brighthall. My mind malfunctioned… I should have said ‘Ms.