Chapter 842 Two-Timer

Deirdre’s words also had a hidden meaning, and Charlene’s expression changed. Meanwhile, Madame Brighthall could not refrain from speaking after noticing Brendan’s lack of action. “Charlene, thank you so much for getting the prescription. How much money did you spend? I’ll get the butler to wire the money to your account. We shall not keep you for the gathering today any longer.” She was keeping her distance from Charlene through her remark. Charlene clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh and loathed the woman on the sofa deep into her bones. She smiled and said, “Alright then, I understand that I’m not welcome here, so I won’t stay any longer. I’ll leave after I finish the soup.” She savored the taste of the soup slowly as if she was attempting to stay longer on purpose. The servants went ahead with their chores while Madame Brighthall seized the opportunity to speak in private with Brendan. Her meticulously-cared face was filled with confusion and anger