Chapter 354: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 355

Chapter 355 Just Can’t Help Feeling Bitter “Miss McKinney is-”

The assistant hardly got one more word in before the shrill sound of high heels stabbing the floor reverberated throughout the hall. Its fitful beat was indicative of the wearer’s frazzled concern.

“Brendaaaan!” Charlene called out frantically, her fingers gripping her handbag. “Why aren’t you lying on your bed right now?! Did you listen to what the doctor said? You’re in no shape to walk around, darling! You must get on with the operation and take a long break!”

Not a hint of warmth surfaced in Brendan’s frigid visage. His icy tone hardly thawed.”

Make me stay inside any longer, and I’ll be no different from a corpse.”

“But you should at least tell me before you leave! And look at your buttons. They are mismatched, darling. I can’t let you suffer even the weakest winter breeze!”

She tossed her bag to the assistant and latched her manicured fingers around his buttons, ensuring they were all done properly. Only after Brendan’s coat hugged tightly around his chest with nary a break in–between did the young woman break out a smile.

“Now that I think about it, we haven’t been going out since you got hurt, right? Well, now that you’re in the mood to walk, I’m in the mood for a date. You’re coming with me to that restaurant I told you about.

I wanna try that couple set they kept touting!”

Deirdre crouched in her chosen corner, her face matted with cold beads of sweat. A sense read pressed against her lungs so hard she almost passed out from suffocation.

Only after she heard their voices fading into the distance did the weight disappear.

The colors on her face, though, did not seem to return so soon.

From their conversation, Brendan and Charlene’s relationship seemed to have stabilized. She was sure these two would have picked their wedding date if the man was not hurt.

Well, good. Once they settled down, Deirdre’s importance would diminish like a snowflake in summer.

Then, after a while, Brendan would not even give a d*mn if she turned out to still be alive. He would not even bat an eye, either.

She let out a sigh, yet her hands clenched into fists. Pain filled her eyes.She realized she could not help but feel bitter.

But then again–it was exactly as Tobey had said. These people were the untouchable elites. They had power, status, and unbeatable social backing. Deirdre could not possibly hope to avenge her life!

She was hapless against these titans.

“Uh, Miss McKinnon? Why are you hiding here?”

Declan had just come out of the elevator, but he immediately caught the young woman, face pale, crouching behind a potted plant. Frowning, he pressed on. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She forced herself to look better. “There was a big crowd just now, and I felt kinda suffocated.

So I, uh, waited here until it passed.”

“Okay.” Declan clapped the dust off her dress. “Come on. Did you have your dinner?”

Deirdre nodded and got into the elevator.

They entered the ward. “Kyran’s having a full–body medical examination as we speak, so it’s gonna be some time before he gets back. I’m gonna head to the hotel and take a break,” said Declan. “Sorry to put you on the night shift. Once his operation is over, I’ll send you back.”

“Excuse me? O–Operation?”

Brendan needed an operation too.

Deirdre could not stop her mind from making the connection. Kyran needed it, and Brendan needed it, and…

No. She had decided to stop making baseless claims about Kyran just a few hours ago!

She should not walk back on her decision so soon!

Perplexed, she looked up to Declan. “I thought he was here because he’s got a high fever. Why would he need an operation?”

Declan raised his eyebrow. “Huh, did I forget to tell you? His fever triggered something more. Miss McKinnon, Kyran has always been a sickly child. A heart condition, you know the drill. He needs to get that fixed, or he can’t even climb out of his bed by himself.”

“That sounds terrible!” Deirdre grimaced. “He seemed so healthy. I didn’t suspect… I didn’t think his heart was…”

“Don’t be hard on yourself. That guy’s just too stubborn to let it show. His health hasn’t been the best recently, but he should be okay after the operation.” Declan cleaned up the couch and beckoned.

“Here, take a seat. Tell him I’m heading to the hotel for a nap. Ciao.”

“Right.”

He closed the door, and Deirdre waited patiently.

The window was not shut right, and the nipping winter air leaked into the room through its crack.

Deirdre found herself squeezing more and more into herself until, suddenly, the door burst open.