Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 842

Chapter 842 Two-Timer

Deirdre’s words also had a hidden meaning, and Charlene’s expression changed.

Meanwhile, Madame Brighthall could not refrain from speaking after noticing

Brendan’s lack of action.

“Charlene, thank you so much for getting the prescription. How much money did you spend? I’ll get the butler to wire the money to your account. We shall not keep you for the gathering today any longer.”

She was keeping her distance from Charlene through her remark.

Charlene clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh and loathed the woman on the sofa deep into her bones. She smiled and said,” Alright then, I understand that I’m not welcome here, so I won’t stay any longer. I’ll leave after I finish the soup.”

She savored the taste of the soup slowly as if she was attempting to stay longer on purpose. The servants went ahead with their chores while Madame Brighthall seized the opportunity to speak in private with Brendan. Her meticulously-cared face was filled with confusion and anger.

‘What is going on with you, Brendan!? Why are you still involved with Charlene now that you’ve reconciled with Deirdre? Don’t tell me that you’re still going to be a two timer as you did in the past!”

Brendan’s dark eyes were filled with emotions that one could not distinguish. Hisexpression was nonchalant, but his gaze turned dimmer when he looked at the two women seated on the sofa. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Mother, I have my own reasons. Please, don’t inquire anymore.”

Madame Brighthall furrowed her eyebrows and said, “I understand that you have your own considerations as well. I wasn’t planning on concerning myself with your affairs ever since that incident, but I’m warning you not to disappoint Deirdre again.”

Her breathing was irregular. ‘You made so many mistakes in the past that it’s already beyond magnanimous that Deirdre is willing to forgive you. She’s also pregnant with your child now. If you hurt her again, I won’t forgive you even if I’m your mother.”

“I won’t.” Brendan gazed after the back of Deirdre’s figure and said in a soft yet determined voice, “I will eradicate all her obstacles so she won’t have any apprehensions from now on.”

Meanwhile, on the sofa…

After taking a sip, Charlene placed down the bowl of soup and stared at Deirdre with a mocking expression. “I didn’t expect you to be so tolerant that you’re willing to be a mistress just so you can be with Brendan, Miss McKinnon.”

Deirdre was calm and nonchalant. “I’m only learning from the past you, Miss McKinney. Moreover, haven’t you noticed how the people here are treating you? They behave as if you’re the mistress who’s ruining someone’s family while I am Brendan’s ex-wife who has reconciled our relationship.” ‘You…” Charlene’s expression turned solemn quickly.

Everyone here treated her in a manner as if she was an outsider. She had spent four years appeasing them, yet her effort was not enough to compare to Deirdre’s pregnancy announcement.

Charlene gnashed her teeth, feeling extremely recalcitrant in her heart.

Then, she behaved as if she had remembered something and smiled. “I’m truly envious of your confidence, Miss McKinnon. Do you really think that you have a firm hold over Brendan just because

you’re pregnant? It seems that Brendan has yet to tell you about the situation.” ‘The situation?*

Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows at Charlene’s remark with a hidden meaning. She looked up but could only see the outline of the woman.

“What do you mean?”

Charlene smiled. “Don’t worry, Miss McKinnon. You’ll know soon enough. I just hope that you can still be as calm, cool, and confident about your identity and values by then.”

She stood up. “Oh right, I forgot to mention something to you, Miss

McKinnon. I don’t know if you saw the article taking the top of Google Trends, the one about Brendan and me, yesterday. I just want to let you know that my name and Brendan’s are still on the top search page. If he really cares about you, will he still ignore public opinion without any concern for your feelings?”

Deirdre’s smile faded while Charlene smirked proudly.