Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 834

Chapter 834 You Don't Want Me to Leave?

It was her first time hearing Brendan's anxious tone.

‘Who's dead?’

Brendan did not wish to disturb Deirdre, so he got up and headed to the balcony.

"Haven't I ordered you to watch him closely? What happened?"

Sam was extremely troubled. 'We had been monitoring him closely all this time, and his door was guarded at all times. However, he was found dead in the morning when we checked on him. He was suffocated, yet a single struggling wound could not be found on him. It appears as if he suffocated himself to death.” "Suffocated himself to death?” Brendan found that ridiculous, and his gaze turned colder. "Do you think that is possible?" ‘That would be impossible.”

When he was on the brink of death, a man’s breathing was not controlled by his brain. Even if he wanted to suffocate himself to death, the survival instinct of his body would not allow that.

"I really didn't expect there to be a mole in the organization."

Sam felt his heart racing. "Sir, so you're saying that..." ‘Their people are trying to infiltrate the organization. There’s no other way for them to do that other than this. On the other hand, not every member of the organization is trustworthy either.”

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. Those people were his father’s subordinates in the past, so they were supposed to be loyal to him too. Brendan racked his brain and still could not figure out why there would be a mole.

‘Could it be that the person has planted a mole into the organization from the start? Or was that person affiliated with my father when he was still alive?’

At the thought of this, Brendan's gaze dimmed bit by bit. He ordered Sam," Transport the corpse away in secret. Don't alert the mole and monitor the situation in the organization to find out who is leaving to reach out to outsiders." 'Yes, sir."

After ending the call, Brendan knew that he needed to pay a visit to his family mansion.

He changed into his suit, and Deirdre asked, after noticing the commotion," What's going on? Did something bad happen?"

Brendan tied his necktie and said, "Sam’s subordinate met a mishap when he was involved in a turf war.”

"Are you going to handle it?” "No." Brendan stared at her face before he finished his sentence.

"Why? You don't want me to leave?"

Noticing that she was teased, Deirdre was embarrassed briefly. “I'm just curious.”

Upon saying that, she sat back on the sofa.

Brendan walked over and planted a kiss on the woman's cheek with his thin lips. "I'm going back to the family mansion.”

Deirdre looked up while Brendan said, "My mother is staying there all by herself. I haven’t had time to call her recently because I've been busy, so I'm heading there today to spend time with her.”

For a moment, Deirdre was stunned by Brendan's act of reporting his whereabouts. She nodded and said, “Alright.”

Brendan tilted the woman's chin and planted a soft kiss. "I'll bring home food for you later.” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

He sounded like he was coaxing a child, and Deirdre felt shy, so she lowered her head.

Brendan caressed her hair before walking out of the house. He drove all the way to the family mansion.

The servant was very surprised to see him but still greeted him, “Sir.”

‘Where's my mother?"

"Madame Brighthall is in the meditation room."

Brendan understood and walked to the meditation room.

He could see Madame Brighthall sitting cross-legged and chanting from afar. He stopped when he was at the door, and Madame Brighthall did not react despite hearing the commotion. She chanted the mantra for a while until the meditation ended, and she was helped to get on her feet by a servant.

‘What a rare occasion. What brought you here today? I was under the assumption you would never step into the family mansion anymore for the rest of your life," Madame Brighthall said in a half- mocking and half grumbling tone.

Brendan’s dark eyes were calm. ‘You've misunderstood, mother. I've been busy, and I’ve just only returned to Neve recently. Too many things happened, so I've only managed to find time to visit you today.” ‘That's enough." Madame Brighthall smoothened the crease on her outfit." You're my son, and I know everything that is on your mind. It's fine. It was my fault for sending Deirdre away and putting you in misery. I'll take this as my punishment."