Chapter 134 I Missed Listening to Her Voice âWhy would we invite her to the party?â Brendan was displeased. âYouâre too kind. She deserves to be pitiful because she has only herself to thank for that. Besides, your birthday party is very important.
Whoâs going to have a good time at your party when the sight of her spoils all the fun?â
âBut⦠Isnât Ms. McKinnon going to be bored at home all by herself?â She said in a pitiful tone, âI believe that Ms. McKinnon wonât spoil the fun.â
âHowever, does she deserve to be invited to your birthday party?â Brendanâs dark eyes were tainted with coldness as his eyes were fixed on Deirdreâs face. âSpeak for yourself. Do you deserve to attend such a grand event?â
Deirdreâs heart was racing. This was Brendanâs most lethal blow It was not enough that he had humiliated her. He was now forcing her to acknowledge the insult Deirdre believed that Charlene must be smiling in satisfaction at that very moment. She took a deep breath, suppressed her shaky voice, and answered, I donât deserve it.â
Brendan said in a mocking tone, âItâs great that you know that. Why havenât you gone back to your room?â Deirdre shut her eyes and opened them again. She then walked upstairs step by step, feeling pain.
ore her door was closed, she heard Charlene say pretentiously. âDonât do that, Brendan. Ms. McKinnon is already suffering a great dealâ¦â
No one knew that her birthday was one day before Charleneâs. It was today. The more celebrated Charleneâs birthday was, the lonelier and more desolate she felt.
No one remembered her real birthday other than her mother.
Deirdre opened her eyes and felt her heart racing, her eyes stinging with tears. Her mother was still living under Brendanâs control, and she wondered if her motherâs illness had been cured or if her mother missed her. She was utterly clueless..
She sat upright and waited for the voices outside to quiet down before she opened the door and walked toward the study.
She knocked on the door and opened it when she heard the words âcome inâ.
Brendan looked disgusted and surprised by the sight of her. âLeave!â
Deirdre clasped her hands behind her back shakily, mustering the courage to say, âItâs my birthday today, Brendan.â
Brendan was stunned for a moment. Heâd had no idea, or one could say that he had never cared about that. Soon, his astonishment was replaced by contempt. âSo? Donât tell me you would like your birthday to be celebrated with a party too. You know better than me if you deserve that!â
Deirdre was already used to the discrimination and could not be bothered to frown even in the slightest.
I donât. I just⦠I just want to talk to my mother. She used to wish me âhappy birthdayâ in the past⦠Iâve missed listening to her voiceâ¦â
She assumed that her request was very simple, yet Brendan rejected it without any hesitation with a dark gaze. âThat would be impossible! Stop dreaming!â
âWhy?â Deirdre could not make sense of it. âDonât I even have the right to talk to my mom? Brendan, Iâm not even asking to meet her. Canât I just talk to her?â
Brendanâs thin lips were pursed tightly. No one knew that Ophelia was dead better than him. Forget about talking to her. She no longer existed in this world.
âSheâs not allowed to talk on the phone due to her condition.â Brendan made up an excuse. âSheâs still receiving treatment, and her condition is very unstable. If she listened to your voice, it would affect her treatment.â
âWhatâs going on with her?!â Deirdreâs eyes reddened with tears instantly. She asked anxiously, âI thought you said that she was already back in the country?â
âItâs precisely because sheâs back in the country that it would be troublesome if she fell ill again. When she recovers, Iâll arrange for a meeting between you two without you telling me.â
Deirdreâs eyes reddened with anger, but she did not have the courage to comment further out of fear that Brendan would go back on his own word if he was angered and she would not see her mother for the rest of her life.