My Wedding With Brendan
"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 amore 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 pretender.
A knockoff of a genuine product.
Deirdre heard a series of rapping at the door. She turned around and heard a maid’s voice from behind
the door.
"Are you asleep yet, Miss McKinnon?" Deirdre salvaged her composure and opened the door.
"What’s the matter?" The maid seemed troubled.
"Uh… It’s, uh, Miss McKinsey.She’s here...to see you. She asked me to inform you about that."
Deirdre was stunned.She did not expect Charlene to come to her personally.
The maid looked very disconcerted.
In the past, she would not have come to disturb Deirdre with news like this at all—in fact, she would
have immediately told Charlene to go home.But Charlene was not just anyone she could turn away
from now.
This was the future Mrs.
Brighthall, and the maid could not possibly risk offending her.
Deirdre snapped out of her stupor and opened the door.
The maid stepped back and went downstairs with her hand on the rail.
There, a corner of her blurry sight caught the silhouette of a woman.She did not even need to speak.
Charlene rose to her feet.
"Miss McKinnon, long time no see!" she said with a wide grin breaking on her face.
She was beaming.
Deirdre’s heart sank, but she was careful not to show anything on her face.
"Long time no see? Really? If memory serves, we just met a few days ago."
"Time’s changing, darling! We’re meeting under very different circumstances now.Earth-shattering
different circumstances. Naturally, it feels like we haven't seen each other since forever!" she replied
not-too-subtly.
Deirdre was not in the mood to engage with whatever Charlene had come up with to entertain herself.
"So, what’s the point of being here this time, Miss McKinsey? Time’s wasting, so how about you get
straight to the point?" Charlene laughed.
Her entire frame was trembling from the force of her self-satisfied joy.
"You really want me to cut straight to the chase, darling? I was only trying to be kind for your sake.
Because I’m worried that if the news gets out, neither you nor your precious little baby can survive it!"
Deirdre clenched her fists.
Her lips stayed shut. Her eyes remained fixed on that blurry silhouette.
Charlene was not the least bit perturbed.
She took slow, deliberate steps toward Deirdre and produced a card from her bag before placing it in
her hand.
The hardness of its material stunned Deirdre a little, but what came after her initial shock was a faint
hint of recognition.
"We've at least been friends before, right, Miss McKinnon? And friends speak frankly to one another, so
yes, you're right. Let me cut to the chase. This is an invitation to my wedding with Bren!"
She giggled.
"I hope you'll come to wish us the best."
The conceit in her tone and words felt like thorns pressed against Deirdre’s skin.Her eyes trembled,
and her grip on the card increased.She suddenly understood why it felt so familiar.
This was the same design Deirdre had chosen for her wedding with Brendan a few years ago—she
had picked a unique material and pattern back then because Brendan let her plan the entirety of the
wedding.
It had been so important to Deirdre that she had done all she could to ensure that even the most
minute detail was done to perfection.
And now, the same card had ended up becoming Brendan and Charlene's wedding invitation.
Her mind went numb.She suddenly understood why Madame Brighthall had been acting so strangely,
or why the maids had let loose their contempt toward Deirdre, and why they had suddenly seen it fit to
welcome Charlene into the residence.
About Resent, Reject, Regret - Chapter 853
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