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

did not expect

maid looked

at all—in fact, she would have immediately told Charlene to go home.But Charlene

the future

could

of her stupor and

went downstairs with her hand

silhouette of a woman.She

to her

she said with

She was beaming.

careful not to show anything on her

Really? If memory serves, we just met a few days

meeting under very different circumstances now.Earth-shattering different circumstances. Naturally, it feels like we haven't seen

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

the point of being here this time, Miss McKinsey? Time’s

trembling from

chase, darling? I was only trying to be kind for your sake. Because I’m worried that if the news gets out, neither you nor your precious little baby

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