Chapter 392 Treat Your Face Deirdre had no idea how to face Kyran when she remembered how she had gone too far with her remarks. yesterday.
Since they couldnât be together, it would be better to end the relationship as quickly and less painfully as possible.
She was caught in a daze for more than ten minutes before a call came.
Deirdre found the number her phone read out to be very familiar. It was Declanâs number. She hesitated for a moment before she picked up the call.
âHello.â
âItâs me, Deirdre.â
Deirdre was stunned for a moment. âI know.â
âWill you be coming today?â Kyran went straight to the point. âI have something that I wish to go over with you.â
âWhat is it?â
âIâll tell you when youâre here.â
Deirdre was still in a daze after the call ended. She thought about what Kyran had told her and how serious he sounded.
âWhy is he doing this? Is he planning on sending me to Alnwick after pondering over the nature of our relationship?â
Deirdre felt her chest tighten for an unknown reason when the thought occurred to him.
However, that would be a good thing.
She packed up her luggage in advance and waited for the attendant to knock on her door and send her to the hospital.
She inhaled a few deep breaths out of Kyranâs room before opening the door and entering. The moment she opened the door, she could feel someone else in the room other than Kyran.
Is that Declan? If Declan was still around, he should have picked me up from the hotel, right?â
Deirdre was anxious as the person approached her with a smile and extended his hand for a handshake.â Hello, Miss McKinnon. Please allow me to introduce myself. Iâm a physician of this hospital, and my last name is Engle.â
âPhysician?
Deirdre was puzzled. She clenched her fists tightly, and Dr. Engle did not mind either. He pulled back his hand and said, âYou canât see, right? Itâs fine, Miss McKinnon. Please take a seat so I can examine your face.â
âExamine my face?
Deirdre asked nonchalantly, âWhy?
What is on my face to examine?
Dr. Engle was stunned, while Kyran explained, âDeirdre, Dr. Engle specializes in reconstructive surgery, and he is highly skilled in his profession. Heâs going to help to reconstruct your face so you can return to your previous self.â
âReturn to my previous self?â
Deirdreâs head was filled with the scene of her incident in the prison when the other prisoners mutilated her face with sharp glass shards. They had bullied and humiliated her and had even told her that she did. not deserve to live with the face she had.
The memory of their peals of laughter and their faces had already turned blurry, yet the fear was still deeply ingrained in Deirdreâs heart and would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Just as Dr. Engleâs hand was about to come into contact with Deirdreâs scar, she shoved him away.
abruptly. Her face turned ghastly pale, her expression filled with shock and fear as she leaned tightly.
against the wall.
âDonât!â Her entire body was shaking. âI donât want facial reconstruction!â
âDeirdreâ¦â
Kyran was surprised beyond his expectations, while Dr. Engle was startled as well. âWeâre not going to perform plastic surgery on you, but weâre only going to turn you back into your prior, beautiful self. Isnât that good?â
Deirdre shook her head frantically.
She loathed her face for giving her everything she had, yet it also gave her the nightmare that would haunt her for eternity.
The face was the start of her misery, but she did not want to go back to her usual self.
âKyran.â She pushed back the trauma of her past and calmed herself. âPlease respect my choice. The face. is my only limit.â
âAlright, Deirdre, we wonât reconstruct your face if you donât want it.â Kyran watched Deirdreâs reaction.
with an emotional expression. He turned to Dr. Engle and informed him with his phone, âIâm sorry.
Please leave for the time being.â
Dr. Engle nodded. After he left, Kyran called out to Deirdre, âCome.â