Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 2


    Chapter 2 You’re Too Inferior to Bear Me A Child


    Deirdre was stunned. Then, her eyes began to redden. He had found out. He had found out even


    before he had given her that call. If he had known she was pregnant, why had he not called her out?!


    Because he had gotten a kick out of seeing that little glint of relief in her eyes twinkling before it died?


    Because he’d wanted to see that little shimmer of sce crumble in real time? Deirdre bit her lip and


    willed herself to appear calm. She remembered how much Brendan detested seeing her cry. “B-


    Brendan? I swear—I swear to God—I’ll be obedient and do whatever you ask me to. J-Just let me…


    Let me keep my child, okay? P-Please? I swear, it won’t… it won’t get in your hair. T-Then when


    Charlene wakes up, I promise I’ll leave with my child. It’ll vanish into thin air… as if it was never born.”


    It did not matter how much her voice was breaking. Brendan had a heart of stone. Instead of making


    him pity her, all she managed was to make a faint shade of mocking glee appear in his callous ck


    eyes. “Oh, you must be joking. The only reason you even became Mrs. Brighthall—and have been


    enjoying all these f*cking luxuries andfort that your pathetic self doesn’t even deserve—is because


    you were fortunate enough to have that face. I may give you some leeway, but I’ve always made clear


    that the only one who would carry my child is Lena. You? You’re inferior to me!” ‘You’re… inferior to


    me?’ His cruel words cut her like knives. This hurt her even more than if he had just swung his hand


    and pped her across the cheeks. Why did Brendan have to treat her this way? It was getting harder


    to breathe… Then, footsteps echoed from outside the living room. Deirdre lifted her head, feeling alert.


    Steven was here, just as Brendan had finally exhausted thest mote of his patience. “I want it done


    quickly, Steven!” he barked out. “Take her to a private hospital where confidentiality will be assured. I


    don’t want a word of this escaping to the general public!” Deirdre’s vision trembled as she jolted at the


    sheer agony of witnessing the father of her child… treat her baby like an animal meant to be


    ughtered! “No! Noooooo! Please, Brendan!” The man ignored her. He just shot Steven a


    look. Deirdre’s mind went nk, and her knees crashed to the floor. There was only one thing on her


    mind, roaring and wing out of her throat as she shrieked, “No, Brendan! Nooooo! Please, please,


    please—let me keep this child, please! You can even give it up for adoption. Just let me… let me carry


    it to term!” She knocked her head on the floor in uncontroble histrionics, making her forehead bleed.


    Brendan’s features twisted into a grimace of disgust. “God, you really don’t deserve to have her face.


    Lena would never bend even a single knee. You’re f*cking pathetic!” A part of Deirdre wanted tough.


    Of course she would not—she would never need to. She was loved! Brendan loved her! The heir to the


    Brighthall Family himself was head-over-heels in love with her! She had been in aa for years now,


    yet Brendan remained stalwart and loving. Who was Deirdrepared to an angel like that?! She had


    always been Brendan’s cheap recement. Her worth rested on the fact that she looked just like


    Charlene—so what else could she do other than grovel at his feet and beg? “Let me keep the baby,


    please…” “Never.” His lips were that of an angel, but his words were as callous as an executioner’s.


    Brendan had gotten sick of arguing with Deirdre. He turned to Steven. “What are you waiting for? Get


    her out of my sight and take her there! Stop wasting time by ogling!” he snarled. Steven moved. He


    hooked his arm under Deirdre’s shoulder and began to trawl her across the floor. “No! Nooooo! I don’t


    want to go!” she shrieked, fighting as ugly tears marred her face. “Brendan, pleaseeeee! How can you


    hate the baby? It’s your baby—you’re the father! It’s your flesh and blood!” Brendan remained in his


    seat, unmoved and uncaring. He could not even spare her a brief look of pity. That thing was no child of


    his. It barely meant more than a stray dog to him. Despair closed its arms around Deirdre as she fell on


    the floor with a crash. Jolts of pain red across her skin from her abdomen, feeling almost like a cry


    from the little life inside her. The child was doing its best to prove that it was there. Tears broke away


    from Deidre’s eyes and wet the floor. Suddenly, a high-pitched ringing sound red from the second


    floor and reverberated in the living room, stunning Deirdre. Brendan shot toward the stairs before she


    could even break out of her trance. This rm only rang when a change came over Charlene’s


    comatose body, so nothing was more important to him than this sound. Steven tailed him immediately.


    Anyone who attended to the man long enough would know how much Charlene meant to Brendan—


    Deirdre could literally be dying on the floor, and Charlene would remain his priority. Just like that,


    Deirdre suddenly found herself alone in the living room. She leaned against the door, balling herself


    into a fetal position to alleviate the pain in her abdomen. “Hush, baby. Hush.” Beads of sweat ran down


    her ashen face, but a small, relieved smile managed to creep its way onto her lips. “You’re safe.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Mommy will protect you.” She would be brave enough to keep it safe from anything. Anything—even


    Brendan’s malice.