Chapter 444 Those Are Some Familiar Eyesâ¦
Deirdre backtracked into Kyranâs room and curled into herself on the bed after hiding under the blanket.
She realized she could not face Madame Brighthall at all. If the old lady would ask her to see Brendan one more time-if she would even beg her without caring about her usual status and seniority-Deirdre could not be sure if she would say yes out of empathetic pain alone.
Fortunately for her, two days passed without many incidents. At most, she would overhear the nursesâ
conversation while doing laundry as they discussed how low Brendanâs odds were at survival.
âWhy must all geniuses die young, huh? Heâs so young and brilliant and just a shining star! Why must every star fall?â
âGirl, there were cameras around the door when I checked in for work. Someone must have leaked the news out to the press, and now even the reporters are flooding in.â
âJesus Christ. Are they vultures or what? The surgery hasnât even finished yet, and these sh*theads are already milking the story for money?â
Deirdre held her pail and walked past them when suddenly, a stranger approached her. âGood day, maâam,â he greeted in a hushed, suspicious voice as though he was trying to evade attention. âDo you happen to know where Mr. Brendan Brighthallâs room is?â
Deirdre thinned her lips and shook her head. âIâm sorry, I donât.â
She took a step forward, but the man cut into her path again. âReally? Mr. Brighthallâs room is on the same level as the one youâre heading to, so you must have seen him every once in a while now, right?
Listen, I get it. Every information broker needs a tip. I can give you that as long as you provide me with accurate information!â
Deirdre was sure she was facing a reporter now. Apparently, no news could be gathered by the foyer, so now they had to break in.
âPlease, sir. Iâm blind. I rarely step outside my room, so I canât help you. Please ask someone else.â
âBlind?â The man stared into Deirdreâs eyes and realized how glassy and unresponsive they were. No one would have noticed unless they paid a lot of attention. âGod, Iâm sorry.â
âItâs fine.â She nodded slightly and felt her way out through the wall.
The man could not get her eyes out of his head. They looked⦠somewhat familiar. He swore he had seen them somewhere while he was gathering information on Brendan. He had seen them before.
But where?
He slapped the sides of his head and still could not remember a thing. His phone rang, so he picked it up.â Lily? Yeah, Iâm here. No, you donât have to worry about a thing because this time, Iâm gonna get the most explosive first-hand information and sell it to the highest bidder in the press. Youâre gonna live like a princess soon!â
Before he hung up, he asked, âAnyway, before I go⦠Have you ever heard if Brendan Brighthall has a girlfriend or something whoâs also blind?â
The woman on the other side sounded downright stupefied. âBlind? Blake Dunn, do you think this is funny?â
âIâm not being funny, Lily! Itâs a blind woman whose face also seemed kinda scarred or injured. I mean, she had bandages behind her mask. Does a girlfriend like that ever exist?â
Lily crossed her arms and snickered. âIf this isnât you trying to be a funnyman, then you must be calling me while drunk or high. Do you even know who Brendan Brighthall is, you numbnut? Why would a man like that have a blind girlfriend? You know that thing inside your head, babe? Use it!â
Blake thought she was right, and yet he could not shake off the feeling that he had seen her eyes before. It had to be recentâ¦
He could not draw any memory. All he had to base on was that his memories had always been reliable and good. He could not possibly get it wrong.
âBabe? Can you tidy up all of my gathered intel and send it to my mail later? Iâll read it again in my hotel.â
âOkay, but you better be quick. Donât let anyone else steal your scoop!â
âRoger that.â
Deirdre opened the door and slipped inside Kyranâs ward.
The man was still in the shower, so she sat on his bed and thought about the reporter. If the media had gotten inside⦠Brendanâs news was going to be public really soon.
Not that the man lacked the connections and manpower to sweep it all under the rug.