Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 841

Chapter 841 A Visitor Should Be Treated With Courtesy

‘Everyone is here. Even the one who shouldn’t come is here…’

There was a profound meaning behind her remark: ‘Who should be here and who shouldn’t?’

Brendan’s expression turned solemn. He was about to speak when Charlene said smilingly, “Look at all of you. I’m saying that I shouldn’t have come today. I didn’t know, and it is such a coincidence. However, since I’m already here, we should have a meal together, right?”

Charlene behaved shamelessly as if she was oblivious to the fact that no one in the house welcomed her presence.

Meanwhile, Madame Brighthall walked out in a haste with the chicken soup she had made. “Deirdre, this is the soup I had when I was pregnant with Brendan. My body was weak at the time, so I drank this every day-”

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Madame Brighthall’s expression changed drastically upon seeing Charlene at the door.

Charlene moved closer with a gentle expression. “Madame Brighthall, look at you.

Why are you carrying something so heavy when your health is so poor?”

Madame Brighthall looked at Brendan and then at Charlene. She did not make any remark to get rid of the uninvited guest due to her cultured mannerism, but she spoke in a colder tone. ‘What brings you here?”

Charlene took over the soup Madame Brighthall made and said, “I realized that I hadn’t paid you a visit in a long time now that I’m free these days. I commissioned a renowned doctor on purpose, and I brought the doctor’s prescription with me. Let’s see if it’s good to treat your condition.”

“It’s fine.” Madame Brighthall expressed her uneasiness.

“I know my health well and that no medicine is effective on me.”

“Don’t say that, Madame Brighthall. You’re going to live a long life. Brendan and I are going to take care of you properly for a long time in the future.”

The house’s atmosphere turned icy cold abruptly when she made the remark.

Deirdre was pregnant, so everyone had set their minds on her being Mrs. Brighthall.

They put on the show today to welcome her into the party, yet Charlene suddenly showed up and made such a remark.

Quite a number of servants expressed their awkwardness. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Deirdre was calm and composed when she broke the silence. “Madame, is the soup ready?”

“Yes, it’s ready!” Madame Brighthall took back the soup and found a spoon for Deirdre to have a taste. During that time, she took a brief glance at Brendan. Brendan’s dark eyes were solemn and still. Yet, he did not take any action but indulged Charlene on purpose.

Charlene smirked and circled past the servants to make her way to the sofa.

‘What a jolly scene. Did you prepare the soup by yourself, Madame Brighthall?”

Madame Brighthall did not hate Charlene, but she was not fond of her.

However, Charlene had always treated her rather well. There was a saying that a visitor should be treated courteously, so Madame Brighthall could not turn a blind eye to Charlene.

“I made it myself.”

Charlene took a seat without showing any courtesy. “Really? Can I get a taste too? I’ve never tasted your cooking before, Madame Brighthall.”

Before Madame Brighthall consented, Charlene ordered the servant, “Get me a bowl.”

The servant accepted the task hesitantly.

Charlene retrieved the prescription and said, “Oh right, Madame Brighthall. I commissioned someone to get this prescription. The doctor is highly skilled in managing heart conditions and gave a prescription very soon after learning about your condition. He claimed you’ll see the effect in less than a month.”

Madame Brighthall extended her hand to take it. “Ah… Thank you?” “Why are you being so courteous with me, Madame Brighthall? Are you going to keep a distance just because Miss McKinnon is pregnant?”

Charlene blinked innocently. “I understand, but you don’t need to be such a stranger either, Madame Brighthall. Since Miss McKinnon has chosen to return to Brendan, I believe that something must have happened and that she is mentally prepared for what’s to come. Is that right, Miss McKinnon?”

Madame Brighthall’s expression turned unpleasant.

Deirdre had consumed half a bowl of soup and turned a deaf ear to the provocative remark. She said, “The soup tastes great, but there’s just too much scum in there. It will most certainly taste better without the excessive scum.”