Chapter 350 He Is Brendan!
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âIsnât that Kyranâs room? How is it Brendanâs room?
âItâs supposed to be Kyranâs room! I was there earlier! Unlessâ¦â
All the blood drained from Deirdreâs face, and her eyes widened in fear.
âUnless Kyran and Brendan are the same person.â
Deirdre stood in the same spot, stunned. It felt as if her energy was drained from her body, and she was incapable of moving. The thought of the reveal was suffocating.
Yet, it was not utterly impossible when she thought about it closely.
Kyran had always kept up with his mute image since he showed up, and she could not see with her eyes, so she could not reveal Brendanâs identity. He could turn himself into a stranger.
She was probably oversensitive, but when she thought about it closely, it was highly possible for Kyran to be Brendan. In fact, Kyran was admitted to the hospital when news of Brendanâs hospitalization was reported. How could it be such a coincidence that both of them were admitted to the same hospital?
She was under the assumption that it was just a coincidence, and she did not expect Deirdre felt as if reality had delivered a crushing blow to her. Besides pain, she was more saddened by the fact that she had been deceived.
Kyran was a fake, and so was his gentleness. Deidre bit her lower lip tightly. When she recovered from her surprise, she walked along the wall to the outside, holding back her tears.
âRun.â
The only thought left in her head now was this. She wanted to run afar and leave this place. She would be fine running anywhere as long as she could be far away from Brendan!
âMiss McKinnon?â
Deirdre did not expect that she would bump into Declan, who returned after his rest.
He walked over and asked in a puzzled tone, âWhat are you doing here, Miss McKinnon? I just came in through the entrance and looked over by chance. I thought that I might have mistaken someone else for you. Where are you going?â
Deirdre felt her entire body turn icy cold despite Declanâs friendly, gentle mannerisms at this very moment. She gnashed her teeth and continued to walk forward.
âMiss McKinnon?â
Declan became even more confused. He stretched out his hand to clutch her wrist, yet Deirdre struggled free from his grip in the next moment. In fact, her eyes were glistening with intense fear.
âDonât touch me.â
âWhat is going on?â
Apparently, something was going on judging by Deirdreâs sudden change, and Declan found it absurd. âDid Kyran bully you?â
âHe is still pretending at this point.â
Deirdreâs breathing was irregular. Had she not figured out the situation today, the truth would have been hidden from her for the rest of her life. In fact, she had even regarded Kyran as the only stranger who was selfless enough to treat her well willingly.
She felt a dull pain in her chest and suppressed the tremble she felt on the tip of her tongue to continue to walk forward.
Declan grabbed her. âMiss McKinnon, youâre a stranger in a strange place. I wonât let you leave. If you wish to go home, wait for me to get Kyran settled down first so I can send you personally.â
âStop⦠pretendingâ¦â Deirdre inhaled a deep breath, and her eyes were bloodshot from anger. She glared at him and said, âMr. King, youâre a man with respectable status. Do you need to go as far as to put on an act? Or do you think that pranking a blind, ugly person like me gives you a sense of achievement that youâre still unwilling to stop at this point?â
âStop?â Declan was stunned. He came to understand the situation, inhaled a deep breath, and said, âMiss McKinnon, even though I donât know what happened, please calm down first. Even if you want to sentence me to a crime, you should let me know what crime it is too, right?â