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.

tightly and exclaimed, “This is great! This is wonderful. We have everything here. Everything you'll ever need and so much more!

hardly required much acclimation since Madame Brighthall was completely devoted to making Deirdre feel welcomed

Brighthall retinue followed the mistress’ example and also kept any less

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 honest, I don’t know what our boss is

the maid when she caught

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”

woman for a chat. Midway through, however, one of the maids interrupted them to talk to Madame Brighthall

fact,

“Anything wrong, Madame Brighthall?”

herself to be calm and flashed a smile.

information, so she decided not to ask at all. After a while, Madame Brighthall suddenly declared she had somewhere she needed

“Where are you going?”

bored while I am away, have the maid accompany you in our garden. A little

Brighthall turned away and hurried off almost a little too eagerly. From her spot on the couch, Deirdre felt the assault of boredom and told the maid to