Deirdre froze before jeering, “Aww, I feel so bad for you, Mr. Brighthall. Spending quality time with Charlene must have exhausted you, but duty compelled you to carry on pretending to be a good father by escorting me to this insignificant check-up!”Brendan stiffened. His lips parted as though he wanted to say something before giving up. “I’ll carry you into the car.”“Oh, no need to trouble yourself with me.” Deirdre pulled the coat over herself, her hostility palpable, and made her way slowly to the car as much as her sight could offer her. She took the passenger seat.The journey was a silent one. Could anyone believe just how these two would unconsciously hold hands together a few days ago whenever they stopped at a traffic light? They reached the hospital without a hitch, and the procedure began. The ultrasound quickly revealed the child to his parents—Brendan felt his palm sweating at the sight. It was just hard to imagine how small their baby was. It was not even 9cm long.
Brendan sank into silence. Deirdre withdrew her fingers into her palm and turned away. The journey was a silent one as they drove to the old residence. Since Brendan had informed the Brighthall family entourage beforehand, several maids and domestic workers waited for her arrival.When Deirdre got out of the car, Brendan said, “There has always been just one person in my heart, and that’s you, Dee. I just need more time.”He did not stop to visit the house. Instead, he drove away.Deirdre had not even made her way to the living room when Madame Brighthall appeared and hurried toward her. One of the maids was even calling out to her from behind. “Please, ma’am! It’s cold and windy out here! You should put on more clothes!”Deirdre stayed where she was, her feet rooted to the ground.Madame Brighthall approached and greeted jovially, “Deirdre, dear, Bren told me you’re coming to stay for two days!”Brendan had even lied to his mother. Deirdre nodded instead of telling his mothe
“I mean, what’s there to say this is what he’s planning to do at all? If you ask me, I think Mr. Brighthall just wants the kid inside of her, not necessarily her. The one he truly loves has got to be Miss McKinsey, right? What they have is a solid, several years-worth of relationship, and that’s far more than what a pretender could ever come close to.”“You say that, but I can tell just how real and sincere Mr. Brighthall’s care and concern for Miss McKinnon is, you know?”“Of course, he’s concerned. She’s the mother of his child! Of course, he has to give a damn about her. She’s pregnant, for crying out loud. Is he going to let her throw a fit? Trigger her into some hysterics?”The voices faded into the distance just as their words began to take a more mocking shape.Deirdre thought she had grown numb to comments like these, and yet hearing the word “pretender” still felt like a knife in her chest. It did not matter how hard she tried. In the end, she would always be seen as a p
Brendan and Charlene were getting married.That was despite the fact that she was bearing Brendan’s child. In other words, her pregnancy had done nothing to stop the man from loving another woman.It was the kind of thing that would elicit disdain and jeers. The only reason why they even showed Deirdre the most basic of decorum was that the father of her child was Brendan himself.“Oh, I see.” Deirdre exhaled a long breath. She did not feel as shaken as she thought she would be—perhaps she had been anticipating this for that much time. The only thing that she thought of—and so the only that caused any feelings—was what Brendan had said before he left. “You’ve always been in my heart.”What an absurd joke he had made.“Congratulations, I guess. And sorry, too, since I’m not yet fit to meet the world right now. I’m going to have to skip your wedding.” She set the card on the table. Charlene stared at Deirdre’s face as though hoping she could catch a glimpse of jealousy from her go
The maid fell onto her knees pathetically. “B-But Madame Brighthall, Miss McKinsey’s going to marry Mr. Brighthall! She’s going to be our mistress very soon, and we… We can’t possibly say no to someone like that! What if Miss McKinsey holds grudges against us—”“You’re telling me… You cower before her so-called authority while I’m still alive!?”“Madame Brighthall?”A soft, quiet voice flitted through the room from upstairs. The older woman turned around.Deirdre was standing at the stairs, her expression placid. Her eyes were not even red. “Madame Brighthall, it was not a big deal at all.” She continued flatly. “They aren’t wrong to think twice about keeping her out. Charli’s going to be the next mistress of the family, and if they refuse her entrance on your behalf, it’s only going to become a point of conflict between you and your daughter-in-law.”“Dee!” Madame Brighthall felt her words choking in her throat. She could imagine just how smug Charlene had been when she deliberat
”Deirdre is the one you truly love! So what’s with this…. wedding with Charlene? God, it’s like I don’t even know my own son anymore!”Brendan was silent. Then, almost languidly, he said, “This is between Deirdre and me, mom. You don’t have to care.”“I don’t have to care?” Madame Brighthall took a deep breath to maintain her composure. “I would love to turn away, Bren! I even wish you could just marry Charlene already, and then what happened? You would put yourself at death’s reach if it meant you could keep Deirdre by your side. But now that you have her back with you, you… go ahead and do these things that just don’t make any sense!” “This whole thing is hard to explain.”Madame Brighthall felt her heart chilled. “So, you’re not even going to attempt to explain it, are you? Or are you telling me that the one you love has always been Charlene McKinney, and the only reason you did so much to get Deirdre back was that you’re just that possessive?”Brendan thinned his lips. The mo
Charlene entered while stretching her waist. She said, “You are indeed putting up with it that you don’t even turn on the light. So, this is how you are being treated? It seems that you don’t have a great life anyway.”Faking a smile, Deirdre replied, “For sure, I’m not as honorable as you are, that you have thousands of supporters just to celebrate a birthday. I’m just staying here in the mansion.”Feeling rather proud, Charlene teased, “So, Deirdre, what’s the meaning of you living in this world? You should have taken a look at yourself, whether you are capable of snatching Brendan away from me. Whether it's the wedding in the near future or the birthday party today, Brendan will give me whatever I request. He has been accompanying me these few days too—”Charlene didn’t continue but cast a meaningful look.Accompanied? How had he been accompanying her?Thinking of the possibility Brendan might have done it with Charlene, Deirdre felt badly nauseous and thought about how unclean
Deirdre was on the brink of collapse. “Charlene McKinney! You vicious woman! How could you attack a patient with mental health and an unsound mind!? Why aren’t you dead yet!?”Charlene was forced to retreat to the balcony, yet she kept provoking Deirdre, “You can’t blame me only, can you? You should blame yourself for falling in love with Brendan. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have needed to deal with a fool, would I?“Thankfully, Brendan arranged for your mother to be there, where all his men were my subordinates. Hence, I could easily approach her and even delete all scenes recorded by the monitoring cameras except the scene when your mother jumped down. To put it bluntly, Brendan was the accomplice.”Taking a deep breath, Deirdre felt so painful that she was trembling.“Deirdre, don’t you think that you’re such a j*rk? The man you love not only sent you to suffer in prison but also loves the culprit responsible for your mother’s death.”“Shut up!” Deirdre looked up with her eyes turned