Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 66 She Doesn’t Deserve to Be Mrs. Brighthall

Afterward, Charlene was whisked away by Sam, and Brendan found Deirdre sitting on the bed in a

daze when he entered the room again.

She felt slightly frantic when she heard the sound of the door being opened.” Brendan, when will you let

me meet my mother? I… I’ve missed her…”

Perhaps she had been suppressing her emotions earlier because she did not wish to show them to

Charlene, yet she was feeling anxious for no apparent reason deep down. She felt that she would only

be at ease when she met Ophelia in real life.

“I told you that she is receiving treatment abroad. We will need some time to make arrangements, even

if you want to meet her. Do you think that meeting her is so simple?” Brendan was answering against

his conscience, so he spoke in a rather harsh tone.

Deirdre was under the assumption that he was not fond of being queried, so she nodded and said in a

gentle tone, “Don’t worry, Brendan. It’s not that I don’t want to get a divorce. I’m only worried that you

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won’t let me meet my mother. I will head to court with you as soon as I meet her. I don’t want the

position of Mrs. Brighthall.”

She spoke in a flattering manner, perhaps to motivate Brendan to bring over Ophelia sooner, yet her

remark made Brendan’s dark eyes turn cold instantly.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he was now suppressing his anger.

“Let’s go.”

Deirdre removed the blanket and got out of bed. She was almost fully recovered after recuperating for

three months. She put on her shoes without uttering a word and felt her way from the bed to the door.

She did not trouble Brendan to help her throughout the whole process.

Brendan became inevitably agitated, so he stretched out his hand to hold hers. The woman was

stunned for a moment, while Brendan said in a mocking tone, “Don’t even think that I’m treating you

well. I just don’t want to waste my time on a blind. person.”

“Ah.” Deirdre chuckled. She was well aware that he had an uncontrollable impulse to mock her in any

way he could.

They got into the elevator and descended, drawing unusual looks from the passersby along the way. It

was mostly because their ‘beauty and the beast’ vibe

was astonishing, especially since their fingers were interlaced, which was an apparent sign that they

had a close relationship.

Sam was leaning against the car door when they arrived at the exit, smoking a cigarette. Noticing that

Brendan and Deirdre were there, he immediately put out the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can.

He approached them and said, “Mr. Brighthall!”

His gaze shifted to Deirdre, and he was having a hard time deciding what to address her. He had

recently found out that Deirdre and Brendan were legally married.

“Madam?”

Deirdre was stunned by the term.

Brendan was caught off guard as well, but he then furrowed his eyebrows. “Who gave you permission

to address her that way?”

Sam was drenched in cold sweat at the thought that his flattery had failed. ‘I shouldn’t have addressed

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her as ‘madam’, but ‘Ms. McKinnon’ would have been fine. However, it’s so apparent that Brendan

treats Deirdre in a different way that even a blind person can see it.’

“I… I’m sorry, Mr. Brighthall. My mind malfunctioned… I should have said ‘Ms. McKinnon’.”

Brendan flung away her hand with a sneer. “She doesn’t deserve to be addressed as madam. Don’t

think too highly of her. She’s just a woman from the city slums.”

Upon saying that, he got into the car first.

Deirdre sneered and added, “Yes, don’t think too highly of me. I don’t deserve to be Mrs. Brighthall. You

may just call me by my name.”

Sam nodded with sweat running down his face. Deirdre felt her way in by touching the car and moved

away from the backseat, where Brendan was, heading to the passenger seat instead.

Sam could obviously feel the burning gaze behind him during the journey and the intense anger in the

surrounding ambience. It felt suffocating.

When they arrived at their destination at last, Sam led Deirdre to the living room and left in a hurry.

Brendan said something before he headed upstairs.

“Come to the room.”

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