Chapter 391 Her Sense of Inferiority Freya hastily defended herself by saying, âMoreover, I had utterly no idea that Miss McKinnon was standing right behind me when I made that remark at the time. I was only venting to my friend without her knowledge. Had I known that she was standing behind me, I wouldnât have said so!â
Kyran felt his head spinning upon hearing that. He inhaled a deep breath, shut his eyes, and thought about what Deirdre had told him yesterday.
âHer expression and mannerisms were awful.
âSo, it turns out that she was implying this.â
He clenched his fists without his notice and felt his chest burning with fury.
Kyran felt sad for Deirdre too because he knew she would be deeply saddened to hear those remarks.
He opened his eyes once again. There was only boundless hatred in his deep, dark eyes. He looked at Freya as if he were looking at an extremely filthy piece of trash âHow dare you still speak so audaciously when you casually criticized and insulted someoneâs appearance. Nurse Rene, arenât you ashamed of yourself?â
Freyaâs face turned slightly pale, and she could not refrain from refuting. âItâs very normal for Miss McKinnon to be criticized for her looks, right? I didnât say it to her face on purpose, anyway Kyran suppressed his anger. âOut!â
It was meaningless for him to type to someone like her. It would be better to get rid of her from his room, get her fired from her hospital, and have someone punish her Freya was recalcitrant and bit her lower lip. Since she did not have the upper hand in this matter, she turned around and walked out of the room.
Declan suddenly said before he shut the door, âOh, right. You have a rather beautiful figure and look quite pretty.â
Freya was delighted to know that someone appreciated her beauty.
She was about to say âThank youâ when Declan chuckled, saying, âYou have a heart so ugly that your beautiful figure canât hide the filth inside, and you smell awful. A personâs ugly face can be corrected with plastic surgery, but an ugly heart is disgusting and canât be fixed with any tactic. Youâre not worthy of such a respectable profession, and you should set a backup plan for yourself.â
He shut the door, leaving Freya standing frozen in front of the door. All of Freyaâs blood drained from her face, and she was furious but did not have the courage to speak.
Declan turned around and discovered that Kyran was suppressing the shakiness of his fingers while he called Deirdre frantically.
He received no reply other than that his calls were not picked up.
Kyran was scared out of his wits, and the phone slid from his palm.
Declan heaved a sigh. âThe woman suddenly reminded me of an incident that took place yesterday.
Miss McKinnon and I were at the washing machines yesterday to do your laundry. A woman and her child were there as well. The child bawled loudly after being scared by the sight of Miss McKinnon, and the incident seemed to have affected her significantly.â
âWhen did that happen?â Kyran furrowed his eyebrows deeply.
âRight before she came to your room,â said Declan.
âBefore she came to my room? No wonder Deirdreâs face was ghastly pale.â
Yet, even if that was the case, she still refused to express her grievance stubbornly when he queried her.
Kyran felt a weight so heavy on his chest that he felt suffocated.
âI was too foolish. If only I had asked further or been more meticulous at the time, I could have picked up on her unusual behavior.â
âHow can you blame yourself for that? I wouldnât have known, either. There was also Nurse Reneâs incident.â Declan was frustrated. âHowever, I can see that Miss McKinnonâs lack of confidence is due to her appearance. As a result, she will always label herself at fault subconsciously. If only she could be more confident in herself, perhaps she would then be happier.â
Deirdre did not expect that it was already afternoon by the time she woke up.
She had slept soundly, yet her head was throbbing. She got up with great effort and took a sip of water before lying back on the bed. She picked up her phone a few times to call Kyran but could not muster the courage to do so.