Resent, Reject, Regret 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 solace 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 black
eyes. “Oh, you must be joking. The only reason you even became Mrs. Brighthall—and have been
enjoying all these f*cking luxuries and comfort 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 slapped 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 the last 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
slaughtered! “No! Noooooo! Please, Brendan!” The man ignored her. He just shot Steven a
look. Deirdre’s mind went blank, and her knees crashed to the floor. There was only one thing on her
mind, roaring and clawing 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 uncontrollable 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 to laugh.
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 a coma for years now,
yet Brendan remained stalwart and loving. Who was Deirdre compared to an angel like that?! She had
always been Brendan’s cheap replacement. 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 flared 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 blared 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 alarm 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.



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

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