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’reing 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


    eximed, “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 limation since


    Madame Brighthall waspletely devoted to making Deirdre feel weed and happy.


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


    themselves.


    That was, until today when Deirdre identally overheard one of the maids’ conversation with


    Madame Brighthall. “Pardon my candor, ma’am, but does Mr. Brighthall really like Miss McKinnon? He


    ced her here while she is pregnant, for two days without evering 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 re at the maid before quickly exining, “Oh,


    Dee, I think Bren’s just too busy with his work. He hasn’te 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 shed 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 dered 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 apany 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


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    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?”