Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 850 Pregnancy Check-Up

"Mr.Brighthall, if I may?"

Mrs.Engel began worriedly.

"I don’t know what happened between you and Mrs.Brighthall, but I haven't been blind to how you’ve been treating her.I’m hard - pressed to believe anyone who says you don’t care about her, okay? I also don’t really understand why you had to lie to her, but if I may ...Mrs.Brighthall is a very sensitive person.She needs security, Mr.Brighthall.Lying to her once is enough.Please, don’t do it again...before her heart turns to stone."

A fog seemed to have dawned on Brendan’s eyes.

"I understand what you say, but I’m afraid this is more complicated than you might have imagined.For now, please focus on taking care of Deirdre."

Mrs.Engel raised her head.

"Are you leaving?"

Brendan remembered the things Charlene had said that day, his expression darkening.

"No, not leaving.I simply have something important I must settle."

He went upstairs.

Naturally, the door to Deirdre’s room was locked, so he knocked.

"Can I come in, Dee?"

There was no answer—just as he expected.

His first instinct was to forcibly open the door with a key, but his mind quickly conjured Deirdre’s sneering, snickering face and her comment about being denied the most basic of freedom and agency.

imagery and decided against his

meant he had to

retreating footsteps as

to numbness, though

joke she

but it turned

sister had not shown up, she would have slowly and gradually wished that this cursed relationship would continue the way it

day was still bright, but she was already too tired to live through the rest

to sleep at 4:00 or 5:00

for four days straight

was busy with work, or maybe he was avoiding

believed the latter because, knowing Brendan, the man would always find a way to fake

he

bored of her

grasp of how far things had

she knew was that the air had returned to what it once was—stiff,

a guard on her words just like

to be the

fresh air in the yard

failed to leave a single stain in her

past few days, Deirdre was reclining into an outdoor chair, her eyes closed, as

drawing near

It’s getting a

please grab a blanket

was no answer, so