"But why are you in such a mess? Didn't he come to pick you up?"

Deirdre's fist clenched in anger and desperation, almost piercing the skin of her palm.

The receptionist was taken aback. "Ms. Collins... Do you know this woman?"

Emily's voice was gentle as she spoke. "This is Ms. Deirdre McKinnon, the woman whom Brendan enjoys the most when I'm not around. And what she said is true. She is pregnant with Brendan's child. If she comes again next time, don't stop her from coming in."

Emily's tone was soft, yet her words carried a sense of superiority and cynicism.

The woman Bren enjoyed the most? Don't stop her next time she comes over? Wasn't she speaking as if she was the legal wife of Brendan being disdainful of the mistress? The receptionist immediately understood her words and looked at Deirdre with a look of disgust.

"So, she's that kind of woman. She should mind her behavior and stay at home. She shouldn't have come to the company. Mr. Brighthall hasn't been teaching her prope