Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 373

Chapter 373 It Isn’t Him.

The news dropped on Deirdre like a bombshell. She couldn’t stop shaking until a calm voice appeared in her head.

‘Calm down, Deirdre.”

Declan had told her before that Brendan was seriously ill. He couldn’t get out of bed, so there was a chance that it was not him.

She covered her face with her hand, and only then did she realize she had been crying.

“Miss McKinnon?” The attendant called out to her, her voice shaking. “The receptionist is here.”

Deirdre took a deep breath and asked, “Do you still remember the man who asked about. my room number?”

The receptionist nodded, and then she realized that Deirdre was blind, so she opened her mouth and replied, “Yeah.”

Deirdre forced down her fear and asked again, “What does he look like?”

“Well… He’s tall and slim. When he came, he was wearing a hoodie and a hat, so I couldn’t see his face clearly. But I think he’s quite a handsome guy,” said the receptionist, trying her best to recall the situation and describe the looks of the man.

Deirdre fell silent for a moment. It was true that Brendan was tall and slim, but as far as she knew, he did not have any hoodies.

He only had a variety of suits in his closet. Perhaps it was because he was one of the Brighthalls, so he did not have many casual clothes as he had to keep his image at all times.

Deirdre frowned slightly.

“Oh yeah!” The receptionist remembered something. “There is a scar on the right side of his chin. I guess he got the scar a few years ago. I remember it very clearly because that was the only thing I saw when he looked up.”

Deirdre’s knees went weak, and she fell to the floor.

It was not Brendan. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Brendan did not have a scar on his chin. He would never allow any kind of wound to appear on his face, so that man was not Brendan.

“Miss McKinnon!” The attendant hurriedly went forward to pick Deirdre up from the floor and helped her walk over to the couch.

Even though Deirdre was certain that the man was not Brendan, her face was still dark.

“If it isn’t Brendan, then why did the man tell the receptionist that his surname was Brighthall? Did he want to make me think that it’s Brendan who’s looking for me?’

If that were the case, then the man not only knew her, but he also knew her relationship with Brendan. That’s why he would say that his surname was Brighthall. He was giving her a hint.

She had a list in her mind of who would have done something like this if she were in Neve, but the problem was that she was not in Neve right now. Apparently, the person was coming straight for her. Her blood ran cold when the realization struck her, and her breathing became ragged.

“Miss McKinnon?” The attendant called out to her worriedly.

Deirdre snapped herself back to reality and curled up in a fetal position. She forced her fear down and said, “I’m sorry. I remembered something that happened in the past, so lost my temper a bit. I’m fine right now. You guys can go now.”

“Okay,” said the attendant. “Miss McKinnon, if you need our assistance, you can call us through the phone beside the bed. Just press one, and we’ll answer it once it’s connected.”

“Thank you. I will,” Deirdre said in a low voice.

The attendant closed the door, and the room fell silent. Deirdre felt suffocated in the room alone.

She did not dare to sleep or move around. She just sat frozen stiff on the couch until her phone rang.

She moved toward her bed and grabbed her phone. After she answered the call, she said, Yes?”

There was no sound other than the measured breathing from the other side of the line. Deirdre was stunned for a moment, and then a very poor sound quality phone tone wafted over.

“Deirdre, it’s me.”

It was Kyran.

Deirdre did not know why, but she felt like a gush of warmth flooded through her entire being when she heard Kyran’s voice.