Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 610 Everything Okay?

Joy probably sensed the enmity between these two adults. She suddenly balled her fists and bawled loudly, causing

Deirdre to panic a little. "Hush, hush. Don’t cry, Little Joy. Joy is happy, isn’t she? Aunt Deirdre is here with you."

Laura led Cillian down the stairs just in time and stepped forward, her arms outstretched. "Don't worry, Miss

McKinnon. She's throwing another tantrum again, really."

The child's crying seemed to have spoiled Gillian's good mood. Irritated, he snarled, "Can you put a cork to it

already? This thing doesn't stop crying, whether it’s day or night! And now she's throwing a stupid fit in front of my

guests? Christ! Take her upstairs! You two embarrassed me enough!"

Laura's face turned pale. She hurriedly apologized and brought the kid with her upstairs.

Incensed, Deirdre spoke out. "Mr. King, if I may... Every child cries. It's a very common, natural thing to do."

"Natural?" Cillian snorted. "A boy would have been less of an emotional nuisance."

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Deirdre narrowed her eyes in rage.

Brendan, though, simply smiled. "I take it as you don’t like your daughter, Mr. King?"

Cillian waved. "I really much prefer a boy, but that woman couldn’t even get that done."

Brendan snickered. "Spoken like a b*stard who doesn’t know how lucky he is. If I had a daughter, I'd have treated

her as if she was the world, but then again, that's just me. I get where you're coming from, Mr. King. After all, how

are you supposed to feel good whenever you look at the baby and remember exactly how she was conceived? Am I

right?

"Nevertheless, a child needs her father, so don't take it out on her, okay? She's innocent."

Cillian was no fool. Brendan's not-at-all subtle hint was not lost on him at all. He was irate-nobody had ever dared

bring this up, but now... Brendan just had to be the one to open that can of worms.

This little piece of sh*t did not even bother to hide his contempt.

His mind drifted to what would come next, and he relaxed. Smiling, he nodded, "Huh? You're right, Mr. BrighthalI!

It's always embarrassing when you get schooled by someone younger than you, but I guess that’s on me!"

Brendan’s smile did not reach his eyes. "As long as you understood me."

"Of course I do. Of course, of course!" replied Cillian. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Take a seat and have some

appetizers. Laura had our meal prepared already. Now, all we need is to wait for my parents to come back, and we

can begin."

Brendan and Deirdre sat as the man asked, "The weather’s a little too cold for an excursion. Where did Mr. King Sr.

and Mrs. King go?"

"The church."

"The... church?"

"Yea." Cillian shrugged. "People of their generation see worth in all that stuff. Always asking God to look after our

business or family or... Ugh, you know the drill. I guess that's the only thing you can do when you’re retired from

being a board member. You suddenly have way too much time on your hands."

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Brendan curled his lips. Cillian prattled on, not letting the conversation die at all.

Deirdre rose to her feet and announced, "I'm gonna check on Ms. Smith."

She climbed up the stairs and let the housekeeper lead her to the children's room. Knocking, the woman asked,

"Mrs. King? Miss McKinnon is here to see you."

They heard an "okay" instantly, and yet it was only several minutes later when Laura finally pulled the door open.

She looked pretty rattled. "I'm so sorry, Miss McKinnon! Joy's being difficult today, so I had to care for her a little

longer. I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."

Deirdre had good ears, so she could hear Laura’s voice being thick with tears-as if the woman had been weeping to

herself. She wanted to point it out as tactfully as she could, so she replied, "No, no. It's nothing. I was just worried

about Joy. I think I accidentally made her cry. So I came to see her."

"Don't worry about it. Joy has her own version of mood swings," said Laura. "She knows I'll coddle her, so she just...

let her emotions out whenever she wants, however she likes. It’s not because of you. See? She's okay now!"

Joy looked up at Deirdre and giggled.

Deirdre closed the door behind her and flashed a smile. "Everything okay?”

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