Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 87

Chapter 87 I Will Never Bear Your Child in My Lifetime

Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her face. She wanted to kill Brendan so badly at that very moment.

“Have you forgotten what you told me in the past, Mr. Brighthall? You told me not to succumb to wishful thinking about you and not even think about getting pregnant with your baby. You said that you would choke me to death if I were to get pregnant. Are you discrediting yourself now?”

Brendan’s expression was icy, and his dark eyes glistened with a tinge of

overwhelming emotions.

He had been disgusted with Deirdre’s lack of propriety in the past indeed. He had

loathed her for her wild wishes and wished that she would leave his world

immediately.

However, he did not know why, but he had dreamed about her frequently in the two

years that she had been gone.

He could not understand the reason, but perhaps it was due to guilt or sympathy. All in all, he wanted to give Deirdre a home and a child at that very moment.

“You were obsessed with wild ideas in the past indeed. But now, you’re pitiful. You’ve lost everything, and it’s only natural that I want to give you what you want. It would be fine to give you a child to keep you company. You can think of it as compensation

‘Compensation for your mother’s death and your eyes.”

“Compensation?” Deirdre laughed and interrupted him. Tears streamed down her face as she said in a determined tone, “Don’t worry, I’ll kill myself and the child if I get pregnant. Don’t even think that I’d bear your child in this lifetime, Brendan! You’re the one who is obsessed with wild ideas!”

Brendan’s pupils constricted, and he could not believe what he had just heard. He flew into a rage and said, “Say that again, Deirdre!”

“Give me the pill.” Deirdre was very calm compared to Brendan. “Brendan, you can choose not to give me the pill, but I assure you that I will definitely kill myself if I get pregnant. You may give it a try if you don’t believe me.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

That used to be a huge blessing for Deirdre in the past.

He suddenly realized something and felt as if there was a knot in his throat. He felt his heart wrenching in pain. “That’s right! You killed our first child, so of course your don’t care about my offspring. You would bear children for f*cking Sterling and do it willingly if the child was his offspring, right?”

“He’s not the only one.” Deirdre said with red eyes, “I would bear children for any man in this world, but I won’t do it for you.”

The remark was brutal. Brendan’s chest was burning with fury, and he felt like he was about to explode from anger. His thin lips turned pale, yet his eyes went dark. He collapsed to the ground right away.

A bang was heard, stunning Deirdre. “Brendan?”

There was no reply. She got down on her knees and stretched out her hand. Brendan’s entire face was burning hot, as if he was soaking in hot water.

His condition was much worse than any sick day he had experienced in the past. Brendan had always been very healthy and had barely been sick in his life.

Deirdre’s mind went blank, and she called out to Sam.

Sam was startled by the sight of Brendan on the ground when he entered. He called a doctor in a haste and informed Brendan’s family all in one go.

Deirdre was still sitting on the sofa in shock when Brendan’s mother got there. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Brendan was in critical condition and was surrounded by doctors. He still could not regain consciousness after receiving treatment, and Madam Brighthall was crying. Soon, she calmed herself with great effort, yet she still refused to leave the room.

Deirdre recovered from her shock when she learned that Brendan’s life was not in danger. She walked inside by following the wall barefoot.

It would be impossible for Madam Brighthall not to see her no matter how hard she tried to ignore her. She said in a rigid tone, “Where are you going?”

Deirdre said with her gaze lowered, “I don’t want to be an eyesore to you by staying here. I’m going to sit outside.”

“Come back.” Madam Brighthall saw her bare feet and felt rather frustrated. “You just got out of the emergency room yesterday and you’re walking barefoot today. You’re going to be sick again, and Brendan will blame me again when he wakes up.”