Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 852 I Need More Time

Brendan sank into silence. Deirdre withdrew her fingers into her palm and turned away.

The journey was a silent one as they drove to the old residence. Since Brendan had informed the Brighthall family entourage beforehand, several maids and domestic workers waited for her arrival.

When Deirdre got out of the car, Brendan said, “There has always been just one person in my heart, and that’s you, Dee. I just need more time.”

He did not stop to visit the house. Instead, he drove away. Deirdre had not even made her way to the living room when

Madame Brighthall appeared and hurried toward her. One of the maids was even calling out to her from behind. “Please, ma’am! It’s cold and windy out here! You should put on more clothes!”

Deirdre stayed where she was, her feet rooted to the ground. Madame Brighthall approached and greeted jovially, “Deirdre, dear, Bren told me you’re coming to stay for two days!”

Brendan had even lied to his mother.

exclaimed, “This is great! This is wonderful. We have everything here. Everything

stayed in the residence for two days. Settling down hardly required much acclimation since Madame Brighthall

followed the mistress’ example and also kept any less

until today when Deirdre accidentally overheard one of the maids’ conversation with Madame Brighthall. “Pardon my candor, ma’am, but does Mr. Brighthall really like Miss McKinnon? He placed her here while she is pregnant, for two days without ever coming to visit her. He never even called her once! If I'm being

chide the maid when she caught sight of Deirdre by

shadowed her features. She shot a glare at the maid before quickly explaining, “Oh, Dee, I think Bren’s just too busy with his work. He hasn’t come back here for a really long time, you know? And there are so many things pending his decision” Deirdre gave a faint smile, though that appeared to be the extent of her reaction. “Don’t worry, Madame Brighthall. I understand his

young woman for a chat. Midway through, however, one of the maids interrupted them

a different woman altogether. In fact, her hand seemed to be trembling out

“Anything wrong, Madame Brighthall?”

Madame Brighthall willed herself to be calm and flashed a smile. “Just some... silly, trivial

at all. After a while, Madame Brighthall suddenly declared

“Where are you going?”

mine. I'll be back around the evening. If you’re bored while I am away, have the maid accompany you in our garden. A little walk should be beneficial

little too eagerly. From her spot on the couch, Deirdre felt the assault of boredom and told the maid to switch