Chapter 445: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 446

Chapter 446 Brendan Brighthall’s Ex-Wife “Wake up, babe, we are gonna be filthy rich!”

Lily froze and then scoffed. “So, how serious should your delusion be before I bring you to a shrink? I’m growing really tired of your sh*t.”

“No, this is serious!” Blake cried hastily. “Lily, do you know who I met today in the hospital?”

That caught Lily’s attention. “Yeah?”

“Brendan Brighthall’s ex-wife! Charlene McKinney!”

Lily was incredulous. “You what!?”

She was the one who had bought Blake’s information from a broker, so she had read it before and knew who Charlene was. “Are you for real? Charlene’s supposed to be serving her sentence in prison!”

“That’s exactly why this is our big scoop!” Blake could not contain his zeal. “Think, babe. Instead of being in prison, his ex-wife appears in the same hospital he’s staying in. The only possible solution here is that the Brighthalls abused their power and wealth to bail Charlene out! They flouted the law and let at murderer out. H*ll, he was still getting all cozy with the murderer! How much money do you think we’ll get for this firsthand scoop?”

“Oh my God, babe, You did it. You godd*mn did it!” Lily shrieked before calming down as much as she could. “But how are you so sure that the woman you saw was Brendan’s ex-wife?”

“There’s no way I got it wrong,” Blake said confidently. “Wait for my good news!”

Deirdre woke up from her dream with a startle again. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and realized the window was not shut completely. The chilly wintry air had crept inside, cooling her right cheek so much the surface felt like ice.

She rubbed her face, climbed out of her bed, and closed the window. Worried that Kyran’s sleep was affected, she approached his bed and carefully felt for the edge of his blanket so she could tuck him in.

She touched the middle of the bed and felt nothing under the blanket.

“Kyran?” She frantically ran her hands around the bed, but the inside of the cover was cold. He was not there. Where could he be?

She suddenly felt a sense of panic welling up. Putting on a coat, she stepped outside into the quiet corridor.

It was about three or four in the morning. She tried to call him, but he would not answer. “Kyran…” she muttered, frowning, and felt her way to the laundry room.

It was then when she heard a very soft snap-the sound of the camera shutter.

But it was so airy that she was certain she had imagined it. Still, she touched her face instinctively, her hand rubbing against the surface of her mask. She had remembered to put it on before she left.

At ease, she hurried toward the laundry room.

It was then that the nurse on patrol noticed her. “Miss McKinnon!” She greeted her. “It’s too early in the morning for a stroll, miss. Anything wrong?”

The nurse came just in time. Deirdre held her arm and asked, “Have you seen Kyran?”

“Mr. Reed?” The nurse said hesitantly. “He-”

“He what?”

“Deirdre.”

She turned at the sound and found herself bumping straight into the man’s broad, hard chest. He was wearing a coat-she could feel remnants of the wintry air from him.

‘Did he just return from outside?”

She grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and her frown relaxed. “Where did you go?”

“Sorry. I went outside. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Deirdre bit her lip. Of course, she was worried. She was terrified. If Brendan knew about his existence, he might do something terrible to him!

Her anxiety only melted the moment she felt him around her. Her eyes watered. “You’re about to undergo surgery! Why did you go out?”

Kyran combed her hair with his fingers while the nurse chuckled dryly. “Well, it’s precisely because he’s about to undergo surgery, Miss McKinnon. Mr. Reed’s feeling nervous, too, so he went out for a walk.

He even told me to take care of you while he was away,” she explained. “He really cares about you.”