Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 437

Chapter 437 I Won’t Let You Off

Deirdre felt her ears humming and raised her head abruptly.

‘Die? Who’s dying?”

Her eyes were filled with disbelief, and she got up from her seat shakily. It felt as if the air was made of needles as every breath she took pierced her lungs. She wanted to ask, yet the nurses had only chatted briefly before turning around and parting ways.

Deirdre leaned against the ice-cold wall by herself and replayed the conversation between the nurses repeatedly in her head.

‘Brendan is dying?

Deirdre’s mind went blank, and she thought about Madame Brighthall’s sudden appearance and the desperation in her voice at the time.

Deirdre felt her chest tightening and wondered if it was a misunderstanding Or, it might even be a joke. Brendan is still doing well. He was still talking in the restaurant earlier How can he be

All of a sudden, the door behind her opened

Kyran furrowed his eyebrows when he found Deirdre standing at the door, her face ghastly pale.

Declan was right behind him and shut the door while he asked, “Why are you standing at the door, Miss. McKinnon? Aren’t you tired of standing?”

Deirdre recovered from her surprise and suppressed the doubts in her heart

She knew that she should not care about Brendan’s survival because it was none of her business Even if he was dying for real, he deserved it for the evildoings he had committed.

She suppressed her final ounce of agitation. She loathed the man and hoped she could squeeze the man’s limited life out of him bit by bit.

“I’m not tired…” She composed herself, shook her head, and said, “My legs didn’t feel good from all the sitting, so I stood up to move about.”

“I see. I was under the assumption that you had grown impatient from waiting outside for too long

Deirdre smiled and asked, “How is his condition? Will he be able to undergo surgery after three days?”

“He is fine and just waiting for the surgery arrangements now.” Declan said, “He will need to recuperate for a while after the surgery. Then he should be mostly well.”

Deirdre was relieved to hear that. “Great then. Let’s head back.”

Declan had his matters to attend to, so he notified Kyran at the door before he left.

Deirdre was still thinking about Kyran’s surgery. He could only get out of bed a month after his previous surgery with great effort, so there was no telling how serious his condition would be after this surgery.

“What’s going on? You look worried.”

The man reached out his hand and clasped her hand in his.

“I’m fine.” Deirdre perked up, turned around, and wrapped her arms around the man’s waist. “I’m just a little worried whether you can recover well after the surgery.”

Kyran caressed her hair. “I’m going to recover well, of course. The surgery this time is very safe, and I will only need to recuperate afterward. There won’t be any issue after that.”

“Really?” Deirdre’s smile grew wider.

At the thought of their lives from now on, Deirdre’s tense expression relaxed significantly. She wanted to leave so badly these days.

“Great then.”

Kyran patted her back. “Don’t make blind conjectures. You will only need to set your mind at ease now and wait for the injury on your face to recover. Leave everything else to me.”

“Hmm.”

Deirdre leaned in Kyran’s arms and shut her eyes in lethargy.

She lay on the bed to rest afterward. Despite the heaviness she felt in her head, she fell asleep, but this time, she dreamt of Brendan beyond her control.

It was different from her usual dream of the villa. The dream was set in the hospital this time. In the pungent smell of blood, she saw the man holding the bed rail weakly with a hand covering his abdomen and blood dripping from his wound.

Deirdre lowered her head and saw the knife in her hand. She tossed it to the ground as if it was scalding her.

Yet, she knew she was the one who had stabbed Brendan.

“Deirdre, you murderer…” said Brendan, his eyes bloodshot with rage. “How could you do this just to avenge your mother… You are the cause of this! I’m going to die and won’t let you off!”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.