Charlene braced herself and spoke up under Brendan’s watchful eyes. “It’s apparent that your mother is still abroad, so how can you meet her so soon, huh?”

“Is that so…” Deirdre was relieved abruptly and only discovered that her fingers were trembling after her mind relaxed.

She had felt terror taking over her, and she was glad that her speculation was not true.

“I don’t care. I just want to see her! Don’t worry, I’m not going to hold on to the status of Mrs. Brighthall forever.” Deirdre sneered at herself upon finishing her sentence. She could no longer be bothered to hold the position that had resulted in such loss and destruction.

“All I want is to see my mother. I will head to the court for the divorce proceedings by myself without any reminders from you after meeting her.”

Brendan’s dark eyes were filled with agitation. “We shall discuss that later. I’ll see you to the door, Charlene.”

He walked out of the room swiftly with Charlene in his wake, her chest tight with anxie