Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 25


    Chapter 25 Who Dares Deny Me a Child?


    The receptionist kindly escorted Deirdre to the front door. She thanked the former before adding , “Can


    you tell me where the closest pharmacy is?”


    The receptionist was not sure why she needed one, but she gave her the required directions either


    way. With help from her walking stick, Deirdre made her way to the pharmacy and asked for some


    morning-after pills.


    Despite how soft her voice was, it managed to attract some attention. A gang of teenage hoodlums


    made no attempt to hide theirughter , gibing, “Why would an ugly b*tch need morning-after pills?”


    Deirdre ignored them and went out of the store. She wasted no time, downing the pill without even


    asking for a ss of water. Yes, her tormented body was hardly fertile anymore, but she would not take


    even a one-in-a thousand chance of bearing the Devil’s spawn.


    The receptionist had not actually left. She stood at a distance and watched Deirdre discard the pill


    package,


    feeling bewildered. After the woman left in a cab, she went to that exact garbage bin and perused its


    contents, making sure that was what she thought she had seen.


    Oh my god. It really was a morning-after pill!


    She was aghast. There was a long, long list of women who would do anything they could to bear


    Brendan a child – and yet this weirdo would rather abort that chance altogether!


    The revtion was so wild to her that the receptionist could not help mentioning it to a close colleague


    when they met in the pantry. “That woman’s all scarred and ruined, right? But turns out she’s been


    riding a high horse this whole time! If I were the one having sex with Mr. Brighthall, you bet your *ss I’d


    be holding on to the baby 100%! Do you know what that scarred -face woman did instead? She went to


    the pharmacy and bought birth control pills! She’s really, really against bearing Mr. Brighthall’s seed, girl


    —”


    “Who?! Who’s against bearing my seed?!”


    The receptionist froze. Toote, the man in question was already standing by the door, bringing the


    room’s


    temperature down to subzero. Lowering her head deferentially, she muttered, “Oh, hello, Mr.


    Brighthall…”


    His eyes reflected his irritation. “I asked, who’s against bearing my seed?!”


    He had been in the hospital a while ago. After making . sure Charlene was okay, he had rushed right


    back to his office and passed by the pantry. That was when he had overheard their conversation.


    The receptionist and her colleague locked eyes. At first, fear stopped them from saying anything, but


    after some thought, they realized Deirdre was probably just aware of how undeserving she was. Surely


    Brendan would be happy to know that, right?


    “It’s Miss McKinnon, Mr. Brighthall. After you left, she bought some morning-after pills and took them.


    She must have known she is way below your status since she took such a measure, you know, to


    prevent carrying your child identally. That’s actually very thou—”


    nk!


    There was a sudden ruckus. Brendan had swiped every


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    single item on the table to the floor, but his eyes betrayed even more unappeased violence. Startled,


    the crowd began to stare, but he ignored them all. “Where the hell is she now?!”


    The receptionist froze. But should he not be d that Deirdre was self-aware?! Why was he so…


    apoplectic?


    Did he actually … really want that woman to bear him a child?


    No way. No f*cking way-this was insane! B-But…


    The receptionist took a sharp breath. “S-She left a while


    ago…”


    “Left? Left?!” Brendan stormed forward. The fury and violence in his eyes were almost tangible; the


    receptionist found herself struggling to face him. “I told you to take care of her!”


    She felt stuck. When he had told her to take care of her a woman who looked like a freakshow-had he


    not meant “send her off”? What else could he have meant? Book a luxurious suite in a six-star hotel for


    her to stay in?


    “I..” Her voice was quivering. “I-I- I wanted to, b-but Miss McKinnon was adamant that she l-leave… I c


    couldn’t stop her!”


    Adamant to leave? Adamant to leave so she could buy pills from the pharmacy to make sure that no


    baby woulde out of that?!


    Brendan’s chest was set ame. “Just perfect, Deirdre McKinnon! You’re a f*cking star! I thought your


    last abortion was because of some terrible reason you wouldn’t let others know about, but it’s really just


    you! You didn’t want our kid! You’re the kind of b*tch who would kill her child!’


    His rage was so explosive that it was starting to suffocate him. He stormed out of the pantry and began


    to punch Deirdre’s number into his phone.