Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 915

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.”

As Sam emerged from the elevator, Brendan took a deep breath and forced his 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 so, until my child is born!” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

With that, he left with a scowl frozen on his face.

Deirdre stood rooted to the floor. What Brendan had commanded was nothing short of a quarantine!

“Miss McKinnon, I don’t know about you, but you should learn to read other people’s faces better,” remarked Charlene.

She had not followed Brendan when he 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 he cared for his kin. But if you keep exhausting his patience at a speed like that, honey, he’s not gonna wanna see you ever again. H*ll, he’s not even gonna wanna see the kid when she is born!”

Mrs. Engel blanched. “My God, did you forget you were the man-stealing, mistress-playing witch when you said all that?”

Charlene was not offended at all. 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 him from slipping past her fingers until he never came back. Wouldn’t you agree, Miss McKinnon?”

Deirdre left her hanging, but all manner of life and brio seemed to have been drained of her visage.

Charlene flashed the hickeys on her neck proudly. “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. This is why I wouldn’t be so sure about calling me the other woman if I were you!”

Finally, she strutted away, hips swinging.

Mrs. Engel was so livid her eyes were red with tears. Her regret bit her just as hard as her rage, too. “I’m so, so sorry, Mrs. Brighthall’ I didn’t know that … sk*nk wrote that text to fool me into bringing you here! I… I shouldn’t have dragged you here…”

She had wanted it to be a chance for Deirdre and Brendan to nurse their relationship back to health. She did not think it would escalate their conflict!

Contrary to Mrs. Engel’s anxious frustration, Deirdre seemed to relax after Charlene left. “It’s okay. Charlene schemed all of this. She would do whatever it took to make me know all about her victory even if you didn’t believe her text, so it’s not your fault. Come on. We should go home.”

Deirdre locked herself in her room after they returned. Still contrite for unwittingly playing a role in furthering their schism, Mrs. Engel made the best food she could think of for her.

Surprisingly enough, Deirdre showed an amazing improvement in appetite. She ate them all.

Charlene returned from outside just in time to see Deirdre enjoying her meal. She could not resist mocking her. “Is this like, a superpower all expecting mothers possess, where they still have the appetite of a glutton even after experiencing excruciating sadness? Or is this an ability you sort of pick up after being the main character of too many tragedies?”