Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 852

Chapter 852 I Need More Time

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 mother the truth. The older woman gripped her hand tightly and exclaimed, “This is great! This is wonderful. We have everything here. Everything you'll ever need and so much more! J should brew you a nice warming soup right away! Keep that body of yours snug and warm.”

Deirdre stayed in the residence for two days. Settling down hardly required much acclimation since Madame Brighthall was completely devoted to making Deirdre feel welcomed and happy.

The Brighthall retinue followed the mistress’ example and also kept any less polite words to themselves.

That was, until today when Deirdre accidentally overheard one of the maids’ conversation with Madame Brighthall. “Pardon my candor, ma’am, but does Mr. Brighthall really like Miss McKinnon? He placed her here while she is pregnant, for two days without ever coming to visit her. He never even called her once! If I'm being honest, I don’t know what our boss is thinking,.”

Madame Brighthall was about to chide the maid when she caught sight of Deirdre by the stairs.

Horror immediately shadowed her features. She shot a glare at the maid before quickly explaining, “Oh, Dee, I think Bren’s just too busy with his work. He hasn’t come back here for a really long time, you know? And there are so many things pending his decision” Deirdre gave a faint smile, though that appeared to be the extent of her reaction. “Don’t worry, Madame Brighthall. I understand his predicament. I hardly put it to heart.”

Madame Brighthall sighed in relief. She brought the young woman for a chat. Midway through, however, one of the maids interrupted them to talk to Madame Brighthall outside.

She came back a different woman altogether. In fact, her hand seemed to be trembling out of rage.

“Anything wrong, Madame Brighthall?”

“N-Nothing, dear. Nothing at all.” Madame Brighthall willed herself to be calm and flashed a smile. “Just some... silly, trivial things concerning the residence.”

Deirdre could tell she was holding back information, so she decided not to ask at all. After a while, Madame Brighthall suddenly declared she had somewhere she needed to be.

“Where are you going?”

“I, uh, am going to see an old friend of mine. I'll be back around the evening. If you’re bored while I am away, have the maid accompany you in our garden. A little walk should be beneficial to the baby.”

With that, Madame Brighthall turned away and hurried off almost a little too eagerly. From her spot on the couch, Deirdre felt the assault of boredom and told the maid to switch the TV on for her.

Hesitantly, the maid replied, “Uh, the Tv’s busted, Miss McKinnon. We haven’t found the chance to fix it yet. Maybe I could let you watch some talk shows from my phone instead?”

The corner of Deirdre’s lips twitched. ‘The TV was working just this morning!’

“There’s no need. I’ll go upstairs and rest.”

“I’ll help you up the stairs, then!”

Deirdre sat on her bed. She did not feel sleepy at all. Judging from

Madame Brighthall and the maid’s reactions, Deirdre was sure something must have happened. That uncertainty and unease began to develop into a quiet dread, so she decided to enjoy the breeze from the balcony.

There, she picked up bits and pieces of conversation.

“What do you think Mr. Brighthall is trying to do? Miss McKinnon is pregnant, for Christ’s sake! Is he actually thinking of two- timing them both?”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.