Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 73

Chapter 73 It Is Her Fault That You Can’t Dance

“You’re not? Do you think I’m blind? Anyone can see the love bites on your neck!” Madam Brighthall was so furious that she felt dizzy and her head began to throb in waves. She only recovered after a long time and said, “I know that my son is to blame as well. I’ll punish him properly, but you must leave this place immediately! You’re not allowed to have any contact with Brendan from now on!

“As a woman, you should be ashamed of yourself. Hasn’t your mother taught you that it’s wrong to be someone’s mistress? Do you know how much your behavior has

hurt Charlene?”

Deirdre’s eyes reddened with tears abruptly.

Madam Brighthall was the family member that she thought the highest of, other than her own mother. On the other hand, Madam Brighthall had spoken to her with immense coldness and disgust today just to defend Charlene, the most scheming

woman she knew.

Her eyes stung, and she felt pain tugging in her chest.

She had never been that shameless or agreed to be someone’s mistress. She was actually Brendan’s wife!

“Madam, you misunderstood! I’m not who you think I am, and I’m not a mistress. Brendan and I are legally…”

“Mother!” Charlene suddenly stuck in her head from outside and bit her lower lip, her expression appearing panic-stricken. “Forget it, I’ll be fine. I believe that Brendan still loves me and perhaps he has

only been infatuated for a short while. He will most. certainly return to me afterward. We should leave. Brendan will surely be angry at me if he finds out…”

She assumed an inferior demeanor, which made anger fill Madam Brighthall’s usually graceful expression. “How is that fine? He’s not even living up to his basic responsibility as a man if he’s keeping a mistress in his house. Is it fine for him to keep mistresses everywhere? Our family’s reputation will be tarnished!” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Madam Brighthall looked at Deirdre, her expression cold. “Charlene and Brendan are a match made in heaven, and I will only accept her as my daughter-in-law. Stop embarrassing yourself. Even if you figure out a way to captivate him, can he bel yours? Stop dreaming. Name your price. How much do you want to leave him?”

‘Stop dreaming. Name your price. How much do you want to leave him?’

Deirdre felt a chill down her spine when she heard this remark. She felt cold from head to toe.

It was akin to a crushing blow that hit her heavily.

She had almost forgotten that Madam Brighthall had treated her well back then because she had taken Charlene’s identity and name.

Madam Brighthall was right about Charlene and Brendan being a match made in heaven. She had spent two years and spared no effort to captivate his heart. As a result, she had ended up mutilated all over her body and had already lost everything. Now, she had even lost her self-respect.

“It’s fine… I don’t want anything…” Deirdre lowered her gaze, her expression ashen. She did not attempt to defend herself. Instead, she said, “I can leave at any time.”

Madam Brighthall was stunned for a moment, as if she had not expected that Deirdre could be dealt with so easily. Deirdre had actually agreed to leave after a short conversation.

Her heart melted with pity. “It’s a good thing that you’re determined to correct the mistake that you made. Since you can’t see…”

“Are you really willing to leave, Ms. McKinnon?” Charlene suddenly interrupted Madam Brighthall and stepped forward. She grabbed Deirdre’s hands emotionally, her eyes welling up with tears. “That’s great! Since you’re willing to leave Brendan and return him to me, I will forgive you for pushing me down the stairs previously.”

“What!” Madam Brighthall’s expression changed drastically. “She’s the one who injured your leg and rendered you unable to dance anymore?”