Chapter 451 I Met Someone Very Nice âAt the beginning, because you faked your death, he ran out of the hospital like crazy, omitting his tearing and bleeding wound. When he comes out of the operation, do you think he will recuperate with peace!?â
Deirdre closed her eyes tremblingly. âIâm sorry. I donât want it either.â
After Madame Brighthall vented her emotions, she fell down on the bench next to her as if she was drained of energy.
âMiss McKinnon, Iâve given you a choice. I begged you to see him before the operation. Since you refused to agree, then you would never see him again, but now it is rumored⦠Fortunately, when this happened, Bren had already been injected with anesthesia. Otherwise, do you know what the consequences would be? This is, after all, a life-threatening operation for him!â
Deirdre clenched her fists despite being feeble. âMadame Brighthall, letting everyone know that I am a murderer will do me no good at all. I already have a boyfriend. I donât want this matter to be made known to Brendan even more than you do, do you understand?â
Madame Brighthallâs eyes turned red. âBut you hate him.â
These four words sounded airy, but they struck Deirdre like a thunderbolt.
Thatâs right. She hated Brendan so much that she might have the idea of destroying him by sacrificing herself.
That was what Madame Brighthall thought. Hence, she was so heartbroken that she came here even without waiting for the operation to end.
Howeverâ¦
Deirdre felt disturbed, but she managed to calm down again. She lowered her eyes and said, âIndeed, I hate him. In the past, I would have done this kind of thing because I wished Brendan would die on the operating table. Since Iâve nothing left, it wouldnât hurt to drag that demon down with me, but nowâ¦â
She made a pause before she continued. âI met someone very nice.â
The tenderness Deirdreâs eyes exuded startled Madame Brighthall involuntarily.
âHe loves me very much. He is never disgusted with my face and doesnât care about being judged. We have even thought about how to get through the future, and I will not ruin my future just because of the pain I suffered in the past. It is not worth it.â
She raised her head without any guilt or anxiety. âMadame Brighthall, you can rest assured that Iâve nothing to do with this matter. My friend will also try to suppress this matter as much as possible to minimize the damage. And we will be leaving soon so that I wonât disturb your Brighthall family, disturb Brendan and you.â
Deirdreâs calmness seemed to have brought Madame Brighthall back to the scene many years ago.
At that time, she still refused to admit Deirdre as her daughter-in-law and acted indifferent toward her.
But Deirdre still did not complain. Instead, Deirdre kept her head down and did what she had to do well.
When she finished, she would sit on the small sofa beside her.
Madame Brighthall got impatient, pulled the blanket, and demanded, âWhy arenât you leaving yet? Even if you are acting, it should come to an end, right?â
Deirdre smiled and said, âAuntie, donât you think this room is too deserted? Brendan has been very busy since he was in school, so he rarely comes here, right? There is a festival today, and I will accompany you. If you think I am annoying, I will keep quiet.â
At that time, Deirdre couldnât address Madame Brighthall as âmotherâ. She could only call her âauntieâ, even though she had been married to Brendan for two months and three days.
In those few days when the city was blocked by heavy snow, Madame Brighthall suffered a heart attack. Deirdre noticed it immediately. She found a quilt, tied Madame Brighthall to her body, and rushed into the snow.
Even though her teeth were chattering due to the cold, Deirdre still spoke firmly. âDo hold on, auntie.
Weâll be able to catch a ride after another ten minutesâ walk.â
After Madame Brighthall was saved, Deirdre entered her ward with her face as calm as it was now.