Chapter 655 Mr. Brighthall Cares A Lot About You Sam was fast. He took only about ten minutes to come.
As Sam was on his way up, Deirdre was applying a damp cloth to Brendanâs forehead.
When Deirdre heard the noises, her flustered expression finally regained some composure. âSam, take a look quickly! Howâs Brendan?â
Sam hurriedly went forward and saw Brendan was delirious and had fallen into a trance.
He was flushing, and his bangs were wet, sticking on his frowning brows.
He obviously knew about Brendanâs current situation. After all, the hospital had tried to stop them from going through the discharge procedures.
âMiss McKinnon, he has to be sent to the hospital.â Without delay, Sam got a jacket for Brendan and carried him down the stairs.
After taking a few steps, he asked, âMiss McKinnon, itâs late now. Would you like to take a rest first? Iâll take you to the airport tomorrow morning.â
Clenching her fist tightly, Deirdre forced herself to calm down. âHow can I just walk away at this moment? I-Iâll go with you to the hospital.â
Sam didnât expect to get this answer and nodded.
As they got to the hospital, the doctor immediately arranged for Brendanâs admission and prescribed him medicine.
Deirdre stood at the door of the ward alone. Her surroundings were quite cold because it was late at night and there were very few people.
Sam came over, took off his jacket to put it on her, and comforted her.â Donât worry, Miss McKinnon. Itâs just that Mr. Brighthall has endured too long that he has reached a critical point and fallen into a coma.
He will be fine now that heâs come to the hospital.â
Feeling complicated, Deirdre nodded. Sam asked, âD-Do you want to contact Madame?â
Sam was referring to Madame Brighthall. As Brendanâs mother, she should have the right to know that his son was sick, but Deirdre hesitated.
âHowâs her health recently?â
âNot so good,â replied Sam frankly.
âIn that case, itâs better not to tell her. Even if she learns about Brendanâs condition, she canât do anything but just get more worried.â Deirdre made a decision.
Sam agreed. Following that, he couldnât help but say, âWith Mr. Brighthall falling sick, we, as his subordinates, are at a loss. Miss McKinnon, itâs great to have you here showing us the direction.â
âWhat if the so-called direction is exactly what Brendan is unsatisfied with?â
âImpossible.â With a smile, Sam said, âHe would get angry if anyone else intervened, but not with you.â
Deirdre was startled. She had been joking, but she could not react when she heard Samâs serious response.
âWhy are you so certain about it?â
âBecause I can see that when you disappeared, Mr. Brighthall seemed to be crazy. He used to be in good health. Even if he had been busy working, he shouldnât have passed out again and again. It was because of your accident that Mr. Brighthall had been working days and nights just to paralyze himself.
This has further aggravated his health.
âAlthough he is never willing to show it, Iâm clearly assured that he cares a lot about you. Since he cares, how could he be annoyed by your order? Iâm afraid that heâd be happy about that.â
âCares about me?â
Deirdre felt it was absurd. Since she knew Brendan, she only knew that the word âcareâ was always reserved for Charlene.
Meanwhile, she was just an incompetent tool, a disposable substitute.
âIt looks like you greatly misunderstood him,â said Deirdre, forcing a smile. It was the conclusion she made after a long thought.