Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 610 Everything Okay?

Joy probably sensed the enmity between these two adults. She suddenly balled her fists and bawled loudly, causing Deirdre to panic a little. "Hush, hush. Don’t cry, Little Joy. Joy is happy, isn’t she? Aunt Deirdre is here with you."

Laura led Cillian down the stairs just in time and stepped forward, her arms outstretched. "Don't worry, Miss McKinnon. She's throwing another tantrum again, really.”

The child's crying seemed to have spoiled Gillian's good mood. Irritated, he snarled, “Can you put a cork to it already? This thing doesn't stop crying, whether it’s day or night! And now she's throwing a stupid fit in front of my guests? Christ! Take her upstairs! You two embarrassed me enough!"

Laura's face turned pale. She hurriedly apologized and brought the kid with her upstairs.

Incensed, Deirdre spoke out. "Mr. King, if I may... Every child cries. It's a very common, natural thing to do.”

“Natural?” Cillian snorted. "A boy would have been less of an emotional nuisance.”

Deirdre narrowed her eyes in rage.

"I take it as you

a boy, but that woman couldn't even get that

was the world, but then again, that's just me. I get where you're coming from, Mr. King. After all, how are you supposed to feel

so don't

not lost on him at all. He was irate-nobody had ever dared bring this

of sh*t did not even bother to hide his

to what would come next, and he relaxed. Smiling, he nodded, "Huh? You're right, Mr. Brighthall! It's always embarrassing when you

his eyes.

I do. Of course, of course!” replied Cillian. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Take a seat and have some appetizers. Laura had our

asked, "The weather's a little too cold for an excursion. Where did Mr. King Sr. and Mrs.

“The church."

"The... church?"

that stuff. Always asking God to look after our business or family or... Ugh, you know the drill. I

his lips. Cillian prattled on, not letting the conversation die