Chapter 442: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 443

Chapter 443 That’s Unfair to Kyran Declan’s expression darkened for a split second. He took his seat on the couch and explained, “It’s nothing big. Just Brendan Brighthall’s health. They found blood in his sputter and vomit, so they declared he is in critical condition. That sort of thing will throw any hospital into chaos just because Brendan isn’t some small fry. If he dies here, the media’s going to have a field day.”

‘Critical condition…”

Deirdre’s heart wrung for a second. “What happened? Why is it so serious?”

“Not because of some freak accident, I bet,” replied Declan. “I distinctly recall him as being quite ill, or he wouldn’t be confined to his ward as soon as he’s hospitalized. His current condition is probably expected.”

Deirdre exhaled slowly. Maybe this was what Brendan deserved, after all. She said nothing, and yet she heard Kyran suddenly type, “The world will be better without him.”

Deirdre was bewildered. She had never seen Kyran express hostility comparable to the animosity he displayed now. Not even Tobey, who he treated as his love rival, earned this much contempt. Kyran would even help Tobey if he was in trouble!

“Why… did you say that?” Deirdre questioned gingerly. “Is there a grudge between you two?”

“No grudge. Just hate his guts.”

“Kyran met Brendan before back in Eastgene at a party. Brendan’s attitude was crap. He strutted around like he was the sh*t even though he was sh*t. Kyran couldn’t stand it.”

“Oh. Okay.” Deirdre’s voice was low. She did not expect them to share such a tenuous history.

Kyran rose. “I’m going out for a sec.”

Deirdre nodded.

Declan waited for the man to go before finally asking, “Miss McKinnon, pardon my candor, but what’s on your mind?”

She had been spacing out-Madame Brighthall’s request kept coming back to her mind’s eye. Declan’s question managed to pull her out of her trance, but its directness made her clench her fists instinctively.

” Nothing.”

“Really? Nothing?” Declan’s eyes were boring through her like a laser. He had never looked so serious before. “Miss McKinnon, does the news upset you?”

“Upset about what?”

“Brendan’s condition.”

Deirdre’s breathing hitched. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Mr. King, why did you ask me that?”

“What else could have made you make that face?” replied Declan. “I might not have paid you this particular issue that much attention in the past, but I feel the need to stress this. You’re Kyran’s girlfriend now. I’m not going to let you enjoy Kyran’s love and devotion as a boyfriend while your heart feels sorry for your ex.”

“No, that’s ridiculous!” Deirdre retorted at the tail of his warning. His accusation was so ludicrous that her eyelashes trembled at the shock of hearing it at all. “And I won’t remember Brendan forever, either, because I hate him! I’ll never forgive him!”

“That’s reassuring. Anything else would have been unfair to Kyran… that’s all.”

“I know what you mean.” She lowered her eyes. “Don’t worry about it, Mr. King. Now that I’ve decided to be with Kyran, I’ll not let the past hold me hostage again.”

“But do you really feel nothing about him dying?” asked Declan. There was little skepticism in his tone.

It seemed to be purely quizzical.

Deirdre nodded after a beat. In the past, she would have thrown herself to death if it meant she could die with Brendan, but Kyran’s presence had changed that. He became her reason to keep living. He became the reason she wanted to lay all of her past down and start all over.

Declan smiled. “Well, good. Brendan’s death would be exactly what you’ve always hoped for, right? It’s a good thing for all of us, then.”

“Yea.”

Deirdre did not manage to find out more about Brendan’s critical condition. All she knew was that when she got out of the ward, she heard Madame Brighthall’s quiet sob-and the moment she fainted.