Chapter 350: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 351

Chapter 351 What Is It Between Brendan Brighthall and You It felt like a nuke was dropped right in the middle of Deirdre’s chest. Her eyes began to water. How dare he tell her to calm down? How could he still be thinking about continuing this stupid charade!?

Deirdre’s head was spinning. She placed her hand against her temple and shut her eyes, gnashing her teeth to endure the pain before opening them again. She turned in Declan’s direction, her glassy eyes boring through his face.

“Who is Kyran Reed really?”

“Who is Kyran?” Declan paused. “Er, you’re losing me, Miss McKinnon. Kyran is, well, Kyran. He’s my friend. My brother from another mother. What? You suspect he has a crimefighting alter ego or something?”

“You really think this is the time to keep up this stupid charade!?” She exhaled, her fists tightening. She took a deep breath. “I heard what the nurses said. The man who’s staying in No. 1106 is Brendan Brighthall. But Kyran is the one who’s there, isn’t he?

Which means Brendan and Kyran have been the same person this whole time! ‘Kyran Reed‘ doesn’t exist! He’s just a made-up person you people cooked up to. dupe me!

“So now I want you to tell me, what drives both you and Brendan into making up this sick scheme just to fool me!?”

“What the h*ll!?” Declan’s denial erupted out of him in an instant. “Kyran and Brendan are the same person!? This is nuts! You’re suggesting that Kyran somehow duped me, too. You’re telling me my friend has been the guy ruling the Brighthall Group from Neve this whole time!”

Deirdre frowned. His response was unexpected. She had thought that her candor would incite Declan into confessing their plot.

Instead, all it seemed to have done was piss off Declan. The young man tugged her by her sleeve and announced, “I’ll gladly propose Kyran’s operation if it means this insanity gets resolved. You’re coming with me!”

He began to trawl Deirdre to the nurses‘ station.

Deirdre was confused… and hopeful. That ember of hope removed her will to struggle against him and follow him.

Declan wasted no time. “Who’s the patient in Room 1106?” he asked coldly.

“1106?” The nurse checked the record and answered, “Er, Mr. Brendan Brighthall.”

Deirdre wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his action. Was he really that mulish in playing his part?

She was about to pull her wrist away from him when new footsteps approached them.

The older woman sounded like the head nurse, judging from the authority she exuded when she chided, “Not Brighthall, junior! It’s Mr. Kyran Reed. Mr. Brighthall’s at No. 1109.”

The first nurse looked at the record again. “Wait, what?”

“Save yourself the time to check, junior. That record’s been outdated since the morning.

No one had the time to make a new one, but Mr. Brendan Brighthall’s room has been changed to 1109 because Mr. Kyran Reed is staying in Room 1106.”

Deirdre froze. Her feet seemingly turned to roots. Her body stiffened like a cactus.‘ 1109? Not… 1106?

‘K–Kyran Reed and Brendan Brighthall… are not the same person, after all?‘

Kyran was real. His gentle kindness was not a stint–it was real. Real!

‘Oh my God! Then… This means… This whole thing has been one gigantic misunderstanding!‘

It was a full–blown roller coaster ride. Deirdre did not even know if she wanted to laugh, cry, or both. All she knew was that when her high–strung nerves suddenly relaxed, her feet could barely hold her up.

Declan’s voice hid a slight hint of smugness. “There, you heard them, right? So… Are Kyran and this Brendan Brighthall the same guy or not?”

Deirdre bit her lip. This was completely outside her expectations. His room had simply been changed to another. They… were not the same person.

“G–God, I…” She could hardly finish her sentence.

Declan softened his tone. “Listen, Miss McKinnon. The right thing to do when you’re having trouble is to talk it out, not run away. This hospital is huge and hectic. If I lose you here, how am I supposed to explain myself to Kyran or Madame Russell?”

“I… I’m sorry.”

Her mind was still blank when she lowered her wrists, which were now sore from Declan’s grip. “I’m blind, so I thought the two of you were preying on that with this sick joke…”

“Even if we were pulling a prank like that on you, the better action would be to confront us, wouldn’t you agree? Why run away?” Declan replied, his eyes examining Deirdre’s visage like a hawk.

Any emotional display should clue him in on the young woman’s troubles. “Pardon me for asking, but…

Miss McKinnon, what’s the deal with you and Brendan Brighthall?”