Chapter 2 Youâre 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 heâd 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. âB-
Brendan? I swearâI swear to GodâIâll be obedient and do whatever you ask me to. J-Just let meâ¦
Let me keep my child, okay? P-Please? I swear, it wonât⦠it wonât get in your hair. T-Then when Charlene wakes up, I promise Iâll leave with my child. Itâll vanish into thin air⦠as if it was never born.â
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. âOh, you must be joking. The only reason you even became Mrs. Brighthallâand have been enjoying all these f*cking luxuries and comfort that your pathetic self doesnât even deserveâis because you were fortunate enough to have that face. I may give you some leeway, but Iâve always made clear that the only one who would carry my child is Lena. You? Youâre inferior to me!â âYouâre⦠inferior to me?â 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. âI want it done quickly, Steven!â he barked out. âTake her to a private hospital where confidentiality will be assured. I donât want a word of this escaping to the general public!â Deirdreâs 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! âNo! Noooooo! Please, Brendan!â The man ignored her. He just shot Steven a look. Deirdreâs 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, âNo, Brendan! Nooooo! Please, please, pleaseâlet me keep this child, please! You can even give it up for adoption. Just let me⦠let me carry it to term!â She knocked her head on the floor in uncontrollable histrionics, making her forehead bleed.
Brendanâs features twisted into a grimace of disgust. âGod, you really donât deserve to have her face.
Lena would never bend even a single knee. Youâre f*cking pathetic!â A part of Deirdre wanted to laugh.
Of course she would notâshe 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 Brendanâs cheap replacement. Her worth rested on the fact that she looked just like Charleneâso what else could she do other than grovel at his feet and beg? âLet me keep the baby, pleaseâ¦â âNever.â His lips were that of an angel, but his words were as callous as an executionerâs.
Brendan had gotten sick of arguing with Deirdre. He turned to Steven. âWhat are you waiting for? Get her out of my sight and take her there! Stop wasting time by ogling!â he snarled. Steven moved. He hooked his arm under Deirdreâs shoulder and began to trawl her across the floor. âNo! Nooooo! I donât want to go!â she shrieked, fighting as ugly tears marred her face. âBrendan, pleaseeeee! How can you hate the baby? Itâs your babyâyouâre the father! Itâs your flesh and blood!â 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 Deidreâs 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 Charleneâs 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 Brendanâ
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. âHush, baby. Hush.â Beads of sweat ran down her ashen face, but a small, relieved smile managed to creep its way onto her lips. âYouâre safe.
Mommy will protect you.â She would be brave enough to keep it safe from anything. Anythingâeven Brendanâs malice.