Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel 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 their laughter , 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 glass 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 revelation 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. Too late, 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.