Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 853 My Wedding With Brendan

"I mean, what’s there to say this is what he’s planning to do at all? If you ask me, I think Mr. Brighthall just wants the kid inside of her, not necessarily her. The one he truly loves has got to be Miss McKinsey, right? What they have is a solid, several years-worth of relationship, and that’s far more than what a pretender could ever come close to."

"You say that, but I can tell just how real and sincere Mr.Brighthall’s care and concern for Miss McKinnon is, you know?"

"Of course, he’s concerned.She’s the mother of his child! Of course, he has to give a damn about her.She’s pregnant, for crying out loud.Is he going to let her throw a fit? Trigger her into some hysterics?"

The voices faded into the distance just as their words began to take amore mocking shape. Deirdre thought she had grown numb to comments like these, and yet hearing the word "pretender" still felt like a knife in her chest.

It did not matter how hard she tried.

In the end, she would always be seen as a pretender.

A knockoff of a genuine product.

Deirdre heard a series of rapping at the door. She turned around and heard a maid’s voice from behind the door.

"Are you asleep yet, Miss McKinnon?" Deirdre salvaged her composure and opened the door.

"What’s the matter?" The maid seemed troubled.

It’s, uh, Miss McKinsey.She’s here...to see you. She asked me to inform you

expect Charlene to

maid looked very

the past, she would not have come to disturb Deirdre with news like this at all—in fact, she would have immediately told Charlene to

was the

and the maid could not

her stupor and opened the

stepped back and went downstairs with her hand

a corner of her blurry sight caught the silhouette of a woman.She did

to

said with a wide

She was beaming.

was careful not to show anything

serves, we just

meeting under very different circumstances now.Earth-shattering different circumstances. Naturally, it feels like we haven't seen each other since forever!" she

in the mood to engage with whatever Charlene had come up with

of being here this time, Miss McKinsey? Time’s wasting, so how about you get straight to the point?"

frame was trembling from the

for your sake. Because I’m worried that if the news gets out, neither