Chapter 461 Please Help Me âSo what can I do for you?â
âMiss McKinnon, can you help me? Iâm sorry for lying to you that time, but Mr. Brighthall forced me,â
said Maeve, her voice filled with sobs. âI shouldnât have called you, but I canât think of anyone else who can help me right nowâ¦â
Deirdre frowned at the womanâs sobs and felt a pang in her chest.
One of the reasons was that Maeveâs voice really sounded like her motherâs, and the second reason was that she could feel that Maeve was genuinely good to her at that time. Although it all turned out to be fake, no one in this world could fake their feelings.
This was also why she could not treat Maeve as she treated Brendan.
She bit her lips and asked, âWhat happened?â
âMy daughter was diagnosed with cancer a while ago. For the past few months, Iâve sold my house and all my valuable things to pay for her expensive medical bills, but I canât hold on anymore.â
âSo, you want money?â Deirdreâs face turned pale, and she lowered her head. âIâm sorry, Madam OâKeefe. Iâm afraid I canât help you. Iâm no longer living with Brendan. But even if I still lived with Brendan, I wouldnât have money to give you either, so Iâm sorry.â
Maeve covered her face and cried, âThen what should I do? Do I have to sit by and watch my daughter die? Sheâs my daughter! I canât give up on herâ¦â
Deirdre clenched her fists tightly and asked, âHow much money do you need?â
âI canât say for sure. This kind of thing has no end, but I need at least 7,000 dollars right now.â
â7,000 dollars?â Deirdre placed her hand on her forehead. She did not even have 70 dollars, let alone 7,000 dollars, but she just couldnât bring herself to watch Maeve in pain.
She took a deep breath and said, âJust give me some time. Iâll figure something out, but I can only give you 7,000 dollars. I canât give you moreâ¦â
âThatâs fine too,â said Maeve, her voice thick with exhilaration and sadness. â7,000 dollars is enough to keep my daughter alive for a while. Thank you so much, Miss McKinnon!â
âGive me your phone number. Iâll let you know once Iâve got the money,â said Deirdre.
After Maeve gave Deirdre her phone number, she hung up the call. Her brain was a muddled mess right now as she stood as firm as a ramrod on the spot.
The first person she could think of that could help her right now was Kyran, but she just couldnât bring herself to borrow money from him.
âMiss McKinnon?â Declanâs voice rang out behind her. âI thought you were drying the clothes? Why are you still here? Is there anything wrong?â
Deirdre calmed herself down and turned around. âNothing. I was just wondering if I should go to the laundry room later since Iâm pretty sure itâll be packed with people.â
âWell, Iâm sure itâll be quite crowded right now. What clothes do you have in the basket? Maybe I can help you dry them at the hotel.â Declan took a step forward.
Deirdre blocked it, but Declan still saw it anyway. A meaningful smile appeared on his face as he said, âI see. So, theyâre Kyranâs undergarments. You just hang them up. Iâm sure heâs fine with it.â
âOkayâ¦â Deirdre felt embarrassed and picked up her pace.
After finishing her task, she returned to the ward and found that Kyran was sleeping.
She couldnât fall asleep while thinking about how to help Maeve. She turned around and woke Kyran up.
He picked up his phone and asked, âWhatâs the matter?â
âHuh?â Deirdre was stunned. âDid I make too much noise and wake you up?â