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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 911
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Chapter 911 I’ll Do All I Can So You Can Leave

Charlene was feeling a little smug, though. She was the one in the passenger seat! That meant something about

her status in Brendan's heart.

Being the city’s elite family, they were allowed to skip the queue and go straight to the check-ups. As Deirdre lay on

the examination bed, Charlene suddenly asked, "Do we know the sex of the baby yet, doctor?"

The doctor was personally against answering questions like sex and gender before the baby was born, but his client

was the Brighthalls. He would not dare to defy them. "It's a girl. You'll be seeing a sweet little princess soon," she

answered as skillfully as she could.

Charlene stole a look at Brendan's reaction. His eyebrows were furrowed.

His eyes were as dark and unlit as the abyss. It was as if the answer displeased him...

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She curled the corner of her lips and feigned shock. "A girl? That can't be right. Are you sure?" "As sure as ever be."

Charlene gave an implicative "Oh!" while Madame Brighthall seethed. What was the point of a question like that?

"I happen to like a granddaughter rather than a grandson. These old bones can't deal with little boys and their

antics," Madame Brighthall comforted as she held Deirdre's hand. ‘Thank you, Dee. Us Brighthalls could not ask for

a better new member."

Deirdre nodded. Brendan suddenly rose. "I'm going out for a smoke."

Just like that, he left. He did not even stay until the check-up was over.

Charlene made a production of looking confused. "Huh? What's wrong with Bren? Is a baby girl not good enough for

him? I mean, I can kinda see his point. He needs an heir for the family, right? And I guess he's old-schooled enough

to want it to be male. But don't worry, Miss McKinnon. I'm sure he'll listen to reason, especially when I'm on it!"

For a consolation, Charlene sure sounded like she was pouring salt all over fresh wounds.

Incensed, Madame Brighthall waited until Charlene was gone and clapped the back of Deirdre’s hand. "Dee, listen

to me. This kid belongs to you so long as you will it. If you're thinking of leaving, I promise I'll do all I can to help

you.”

She just could not see Deirdre suffer injustice anymore.

Deirdre froze. She was a little shocked. 'You'd... help me?"

Madame Brighthall nodded. "Brendan has lost his marbles. He's lost all sense of judgment, but most importantly, he

doesn't deserve you. I cannot, in my good conscience, watch both you or the child suffer under his insanity. So, if

you want to run away, I'll help you!" 'The last time you helped me fake my death to escape, Brendan held a grudge

against you for so long. If you do it again... He's going to hate you forever, Madame Brighthall. Aren't you worried

about that?*

The older woman shook her head, her expression ashen. "I no longer care, Dee. I'd rather suffer the cost of being

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hated than live in regret for the rest of my life. God knows you deserve better than to be locked under Brendan’s

tyranny! Besides, I'm sure that after he learns who Charlene really is, he'll come around to understand why I did

what I did."

Deirdre went silent, feeling conflicted. Madame Brighthall would let her only son hate her if it meant Deirdre would

no longer suffer. She would do all that despite the fact that she could rightfully ignore Deirdre's plight.

She was so moved that she almost told the older woman the truth.

But she stopped herself. ‘Thank you, Madame Brighthall. Truly," she said instead, flashing her a bright, sincere grin.

'The lengths you'll go to for me... it warms my heart. But don’t worry. Brendan said he'll let me go after the baby's

birth, so I can leave without costing your relationship with your only son.

"Is that... so?" Madame Brighthall found it hard to believe, but Deirdre's confidence made her swallow her

skepticism. "Ah, well. If you've decided, then come to my house. I may be the child's grandmother, but I'll do all I

can to help you escape."