Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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Chapter 885 How Can You Tell It's Going to Be a Girl?

Deirdre took a seat on the couch and automatically turned on the TV. She surfed several channels, and as

expected, all of them were talking about the incident where Brendan took her from the hospital.

It was less of a splash and more of a tidal wave. Several members of the board of the Brighthall Group had

released statements clarifying the distance between themselves and the man at the center of infamy. The Internet

was even more heated.

Deirdre was certain she would be subjected to the full tapestry of Internet mob commentaries if she could see.

Brendan seemed to have become public enemy number one-and that fact sucked the light out of Deirdre's eyes.

Mrs. Engel hurried out of the kitchen. "Good morning, Miss McKinnon! I've made some herbal soup, so come on and

give it a try. If you don't like it, I’ll change the recipe-"

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She faltered, freezing in her steps. Then, hesitantly, she said, "Uh, I suggest not listening to all of this nonsense,

Miss McKinnon..."

Deirdre cast her eyes low. "Is it bad out there?"

Mrs. Engel sighed. For a moment, she was debating if she should tell the truth or lie. "Well... While I was out on the

market, I found people crowding at the gate of this neighborhood. Good thing security here is tight enough that not

a single reporter can come in."

Deirdre felt a headache coming. She knew this was going to be very, very bad.

It was then that she heard a noise from above.

Brendan strode out of his bedroom in his sleeping robe and descended the stairs. He showed no reaction to the

news as he sipped his coffee and sat next to her. "How are your injuries?"

Deirdre could not believe it. This was not the time to be concerned about her! His own company was going to kick

him out!

"Did you even read the news, Brendan? Those board members are all trying to distance themselves from you even

though it's your company! If this keeps up, the leader is going to be someone else!"

Brendan turned his eyes to her, happy. "What's this? Concern?"

Deirdre felt choked in her throat. How was he still in the mood for a tease!?

"I'm not concerned! I just don't want you to get dragged into the mud and... and ruin the investigation into my

mother's whereabouts!"

Brendan flashed her a smile and swept a lock of her hair out of her face." Don't worry. I know what I’m doing."

His devil-may-care placidity was confusing her.

Then, during their meal, Brendan kept receiving calls.

One of them came from a board member who tried to be tactful and gentle. "Brendan, as your senior, I'm telling

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you: don't destroy your future over a woman. There are plenty of mermaids in the sea, okay? Even if you're that

obsessed with this one, you could at least wait until this whole thing fades away from public consciousness, right?

We'll even help you bail her out of prison time, then! You don't have to be with her now!"

Brendan replied calmly, "If you’re calling me just to give me advice I didn’t solicit, Mr. Jensen, then maybe you

should put all that extra effort into brainstorming ways to clear our company from its soured reputation." "You

brat!" Mr. Jensen thundered. "You think you're some hot sh*t who's going to get away with everything? You doomed

yourself the moment you decided to cr*p on your elders' advice, punk! Nobody's going to trust your brand even if

you manage to get this company through this trial! Nobody! I’ve given you one last chance, and you blew even your

future for a broad! If that's how myopic you are, then I'm not going to waste any more time with you!"

Mr. Jensen hung up at the height of his rage while Brendan set his phone down.

Deirdre had heard the entire exchange. She frowned in consternation, but Brendan simply lifted her side profile

with his fingertip and said, "Don't put on a long face. You got to smile more when you're pregnant. That way, our

princess is going to look adorable!"

Deirdre wanted to rebuke him, but all she could manage to say was, "How do you know it's a girl? Did you check?"

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