Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 853

Chapter 853 My Wedding With Brendan

"I mean, what’s there to say this is what he’s planning to do at all? If you ask me, I think Mr. Brighthall just wants the kid inside of her, not necessarily her. The one he truly loves has got to be Miss McKinsey, right? What they have is a solid, several years-worth of relationship, and that’s far more than what a pretender could ever come close to."

"You say that, but I can tell just how real and sincere Mr.Brighthall’s care and concern for Miss McKinnon is, you know?"

"Of course, he’s concerned.She’s the mother of his child! Of course, he has to give a damn about her.She’s pregnant, for crying out loud.Is he going to let her throw a fit? Trigger her into some hysterics?"

The voices faded into the distance just as their words began to take amore mocking shape. Deirdre thought she had grown numb to comments like these, and yet hearing the word "pretender" still felt like a knife in her chest.

It did not matter how hard she tried.

In the end, she would always be seen as a pretender.

A knockoff of a genuine product.

Deirdre heard a series of rapping at the door. She turned around and heard a maid’s voice from behind the door.

"Are you asleep yet, Miss McKinnon?" Deirdre salvaged her composure and opened the door.

"What’s the matter?" The maid seemed troubled.

"Uh… It’s, uh, Miss McKinsey.She’s here...to see you. She asked me to inform you about that."

Deirdre was stunned.She did not expect Charlene to come to her personally.

The maid looked very disconcerted.

In the past, she would not have come to disturb Deirdre with news like this at all—in fact, she would have immediately told Charlene to go home.But Charlene was not just anyone she could turn away from now.

This was the future Mrs.

Brighthall, and the maid could not possibly risk offending her.

Deirdre snapped out of her stupor and opened the door.

The maid stepped back and went downstairs with her hand on the rail.

There, a corner of her blurry sight caught the silhouette of a woman.She did not even need to speak.

Charlene rose to her feet.

She took slow, deliberate steps toward Deirdre and produced a card from her bag before placing it in her hand.

The hardness of its material stunned Deirdre a little, but what came after her initial shock was a faint hint of recognition.

"We've at least been friends before, right, Miss McKinnon? And friends speak frankly to one another, so yes, you're right. Let me cut to the chase. This is an invitation to my wedding with Bren!"

She giggled.

"I hope you'll come to wish us the best."

The conceit in her tone and words felt like thorns pressed against Deirdre’s skin.Her eyes trembled, and her grip on the card increased.She suddenly understood why it felt so familiar.

This was the same design Deirdre had chosen for her wedding with Brendan a few years ago—she had picked a unique material and pattern back then because Brendan let her plan the entirety of the wedding.

It had been so important to Deirdre that she had done all she could to ensure that even the most minute detail was done to perfection.

And now, the same card had ended up becoming Brendan and Charlene's wedding invitation.

Her mind went numb.She suddenly understood why Madame Brighthall had been acting so strangely, or why the maids had let loose their contempt toward Deirdre, and why they had suddenly seen it fit to welcome Charlene into the residence.