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.

take it as you don’t like your daughter,

"I really much prefer a boy,

I had a daughter, I'd have treated her as if she was the world, but then again, that's just me. I get where you're

don't take it out on her, okay?

He was irate-nobody had ever dared bring this

little piece of sh*t did not

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

not reach his eyes. "As long as you

Ah, yes. Take a seat and have some appetizers. Laura had our meal prepared already. Now, all we need is to wait for my parents to come back, and we

little too

“The church."

"The... church?"

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

his lips. Cillian prattled on,