Chapter 437 I Wonât Let You Off Deirdre felt her ears humming and raised her head abruptly.
âDie? Whoâs dying?â
Her eyes were filled with disbelief, and she got up from her seat shakily. It felt as if the air was made of needles as every breath she took pierced her lungs. She wanted to ask, yet the nurses had only chatted briefly before turning around and parting ways.
Deirdre leaned against the ice-cold wall by herself and replayed the conversation between the nurses repeatedly in her head.
âBrendan is dying?
Deirdreâs mind went blank, and she thought about Madame Brighthallâs sudden appearance and the desperation in her voice at the time.
Deirdre felt her chest tightening and wondered if it was a misunderstanding Or, it might even be a joke.
Brendan is still doing well. He was still talking in the restaurant earlier How can he be All of a sudden, the door behind her opened Kyran furrowed his eyebrows when he found Deirdre standing at the door, her face ghastly pale.
Declan was right behind him and shut the door while he asked, âWhy are you standing at the door, Miss. McKinnon? Arenât you tired of standing?â
Deirdre recovered from her surprise and suppressed the doubts in her heart She knew that she should not care about Brendanâs survival because it was none of her business Even if he was dying for real, he deserved it for the evildoings he had committed.
She suppressed her final ounce of agitation. She loathed the man and hoped she could squeeze the manâs limited life out of him bit by bit.
âIâm not tiredâ¦â She composed herself, shook her head, and said, âMy legs didnât feel good from all the sitting, so I stood up to move about.â
âI see. I was under the assumption that you had grown impatient from waiting outside for too long Deirdre smiled and asked, âHow is his condition? Will he be able to undergo surgery after three days?â
âHe is fine and just waiting for the surgery arrangements now.â Declan said, âHe will need to recuperate for a while after the surgery. Then he should be mostly well.â
Deirdre was relieved to hear that. âGreat then. Letâs head back.â
Declan had his matters to attend to, so he notified Kyran at the door before he left.
Deirdre was still thinking about Kyranâs surgery. He could only get out of bed a month after his previous surgery with great effort, so there was no telling how serious his condition would be after this surgery.
âWhatâs going on? You look worried.â
The man reached out his hand and clasped her hand in his.
âIâm fine.â Deirdre perked up, turned around, and wrapped her arms around the manâs waist. âIâm just a little worried whether you can recover well after the surgery.â
Kyran caressed her hair. âIâm going to recover well, of course. The surgery this time is very safe, and I will only need to recuperate afterward. There wonât be any issue after that.â
âReally?â Deirdreâs smile grew wider.
At the thought of their lives from now on, Deirdreâs tense expression relaxed significantly. She wanted to leave so badly these days.
âGreat then.â
Kyran patted her back. âDonât make blind conjectures. You will only need to set your mind at ease now and wait for the injury on your face to recover. Leave everything else to me.â
âHmm.â
Deirdre leaned in Kyranâs arms and shut her eyes in lethargy.
She lay on the bed to rest afterward. Despite the heaviness she felt in her head, she fell asleep, but this time, she dreamt of Brendan beyond her control.
It was different from her usual dream of the villa. The dream was set in the hospital this time. In the pungent smell of blood, she saw the man holding the bed rail weakly with a hand covering his abdomen and blood dripping from his wound.
Deirdre lowered her head and saw the knife in her hand. She tossed it to the ground as if it was scalding her.
Yet, she knew she was the one who had stabbed Brendan.
âDeirdre, you murdererâ¦â said Brendan, his eyes bloodshot with rage. âHow could you do this just to avenge your mother⦠You are the cause of this! Iâm going to die and wonât let you off!â