Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 915 I Won’t Be So Sure About Calling Me the “Other Woman” If I Were You

“How’s drinking too much supposedly comparable to a pregnant woman’s health issue!?” Mrs. Engel fumed. “And this is a matter between Mr. Brighthall and Mrs. Brighthall! It’s none of your business’” “Mrs. Engel, you forgot yourself,” Brendan suddenly said, his voice dangerously low. “Don’t make me hear this again.”

Mrs. Engel froze. She was stunned.

Deirdre clenched her fingers so hard her nails turned white. She raised her head. “What do you think we forgot about, huh? The ‘fact’ that we’re supposed to be nothing more than a mute or a lowly servant in your eyes?”

Brendan’s eyebrows furrowed. Charlene snickered. ’Deirdre, you insolent, stupid b*tch. She thinks Brendan will let her go after talking back at him like that?’

Charlene predicted Brendan’s reaction to a tee. A sheen of frost overcame Brendan’s face as he coldly said, “I want you to be obedient and deliver my child without accident.” “Ah, so you want me to be a mute and a servant altogether. You really think you can do anything you like because you’re powerful, right? What goes around comes around, Brendan! Or do you believe you’re above that, too?” “McKinnon!” snarled Brendan. “If you think everyone’s going to suffer your petulance because you’re pregnant, you’re mistaken.”

voice to calm back down to apathy. “Sam, bring Miss McKinnon back to the mansion. From now on, she’s not to leave the house unless I explicitly say

he left with a scowl frozen on his

the floor. What Brendan had commanded

McKinnon, I don’t know about you, but you should learn

left. Instead, she stood by the door, grinning. “What you had was nothing special. You simply f*cked him at the right f*cking time to be impregnated with his child, and that caused him to temporarily care for you… because

blanched. “My God, did you forget you were the man-stealing, mistress-playing witch

In fact, she smiled. “Here’s something to blow your mind, then. The biggest loser in love isn’t the ‘man-stealing, mistress-playing witch’ as you called it. It’s the idiot who knew he had the other woman and yet was too helpless to stop

but all manner of life and

“Oh… right. No point showing you what he left on me since you’re blind,” she intoned. “But, since I’m feeling generous about information, I’ll let you in on some news. Bren’s gonna marry me when his scandals are blown over.

she strutted