Chapter 88 He Stood in the Cold Wind for a Whole Night Again?
Deirdre was rather confused by the word and appeared puzzled.
Madam Brighthall said, âDonât you know why Brendan is sick with a high fever?â
Deirdre shook her head. She had no idea.
âItâs my fault, but you contributed a bit too, right?â Madam Brighthall heaved a sight and laughed at herself. âI donât know if itâs because Iâm old and I donât understand young people anymore. I really couldnât accept you coming in between Brendan and Charlene, but Brendan came to the family mansion yesterday evening to persuade me to accept you.â
A tinge of astonishment and confusion flashed past Deirdreâs usually calm face. She raised her head.
Brendan had actually gone to the family mansion yesterday night? He hadnât spent the night cuddling with Charlene?
Madam Brighthall said, âI refused to agree to that, naturally. He has always been stubborn. He forced himself to stand by the door, and it was very cold and windy at night. I thought that he would leave after a while, but I didnât expect that he would really stand there for a whole night.â
âWhatâ¦?â
Brendan had stood at the door of the family mansion for one whole night�
Deirdre was incredulous, her hands grabbing the door frame in confusion. âWhy did he do that?â
âHow would I know?â Madam Brighthall spoke in a slightly complaining tone. âBren has always been very obedient since he was a child. He would do anything that I asked him to even if it was not what he wanted. He defied me for the first time. yesterday. He would rather get sick than leave.
âHowever, I believe that he did that so I wouldnât get involved in the matter, right? He told me that he needed to return something he owed you to you.â
Deirdreâs fingers tightened, and her nails, which she had yet to trim, dug into her palms. She was in so much pain that she could not breathe.
âHe owes me more than that. He owes me so much that he wouldnât be able to repay me for the rest of his lifeâ¦.
However, he had stood in the cold wind for a whole night on purpose just so Madam Brighthall would change her mind and stop getting involved. Why would he do that? What was he thinking? Had he done that so he could torment her more easily orâ¦
Deirdreâs head was a chaotic mess. She loathed him but she understood him well and she was affected by the drastic change of events.
She wanted to leave but she heard the rushed clicking sound of high heels coming from behind her.
Soon, Charlene bumped into her ferociously and walked into the room.
âIs Brendan alright, mother?â
Charlene had exerted quite a lot of strength to bump into Deirdre on purpose. Deirdre was so shaken that she almost threw up yesterdayâs dinner, but she heard Madam Brighthallâs voice soften. âItâs not too serious. Heâs just having a high fever and he has already been given an injection. Donât worry.â
âHow can I not worry? Brendan was standing outside, and I was supposed to keep. him company. Itâs all my fault for obeying him too much. He was worried about me. and he insisted that I go home. In the end, I fell asleep and this happened to him⦠Her eyes reddened with tears, and she could not help taking a glance at Deirdre. She said with feigned grievance, âMs. McKinnon, Iâm begging you. Will you stop playing tricks? Brendan has been involved in so many messes because of you. Do you really want him to spend every day in the hospital?â
She blamed Brendanâs illness on Deirdre with this remark.
Just as expected, Madam Brighthall was displeased. âForget it. Itâs partially my fault. too. Since Brendan is in this state, we canât do something that displeases him anymore. Just leave this matter be.â
âThatâs true too. However, I really canât relax when Brendan is sick. Mother, you should go home and rest. Iâll stay and take care of him.â
âHmm. Take care of yourself too. Iâll come and see you tomorrow morning and bring some chicken soup.â
They spoke to one another as if Deirdre was a stranger to them. In the end, Madam Brighthall left unwillingly. As soon as Deirdre shut the door, she slapped Deirdreâs face with the back of her hand.