Chapter 803 Youâre Always in His Heart âHeâs alright. His wounds just tore a little.â
Deirdre felt a pang of guilt. âSorry, that was me. I didnât know he was hurt when I pushed him.â âItâs okay. Itâs got nothing to do with you at all. Even if you didnât push him, his wounds would have been torn open anyway. He had been driving all the way here from Central Hospital.â
Deirdre froze. That was half an hourâs journey! Had he gone mad? She pushed away the complicated feelings as they arose and asked,â Whatâs with his injuries? I thought heâs been spending his time with Charlene. Did something happen halfway through? An ambush?â
âSpending time with Charlene?â Sam was taken aback.
âWho told you that? He wasnât spending time with Charlene.â âNo?â Deirdreâs mind turned blank.
Brendan had lied to her about the business trip, but Charlene was not the ulterior motive, after all?
Then where had he been?
No. It did not matter where he had been. He had lied to her. Nothing was going to change that.
âSo, he was ambushed?â
Sam looked conflicted. âYes.â
Deirdre exhaled a sigh. âThen you should call a doctor to redress his injuries. Meanwhile, Iâll be sleeping on the couch downstairs tonight.â
She turned on her heels, and Sam cried before he could stop himself, âMiss McKinnon, wait!â
Even he himself was surprised at his reaction, but he continued. âHe⦠Mr. Brighthall needs you. Can you please stay by his side for tonight? You donât have to do much. Just lie next to him when you sleep.
Or else, heâll wake up and look for you again.â
Deirdre cast her eyes down. âAnd why will he do that?â âBecause he wants to see you?â Sam was a little helpless. âAn hour ago, his life was hanging by a thread, and he had an emergency operation performed on him in the early hours. If it werenât for you, why would rushing home be the first thing he did after waking up from his sedatives? You canât seriously think itâs because he has trouble sleeping unless itâs his own bed.â
Deirdre could not understand what Brendanâs actions meant, nor were Samâs words making any sense.
The man finally said the quiet words aloud, âMiss McKinnon, youâre always in his heart.â
Deirdreâs eye twitched.
Then her face turned biting. âI didnât expect you to help maintain Brendanâs lies.â
She had always believed Sam to be candid and honest with her, but she was wrong.
She should not have trusted anyone who worked for Brendan. In the end, they all served him. i âMiss McKinnonâ¦â Sam faltered a little. Then, he continued. âYou can trust me or donât. It doesnât matter because Iâm not lying. If Mr. Brightall didnât care for you, why would he go to so many lengths pretending to be Kyran Reed just so he could be together with you? Do you really think it was because he wanted you to bear him a child?
âYou were heavily disfigured at that time, Miss McKinnon. And Mr.
Brighthall had no shortage of beautiful women who would come to him and gladly bear him a kid. So, why did he take such a heavy toll just to be-â âEnough!â snarled Deirdre. Her face was pale, and her brows furrowed. âI donât know what new game you people are playing, but Iâm not gonna believe a single thing any of you say. Even if I discount all the pains he has caused me, it still doesnât change the fact that he could not even be honest with me. There was never any business trip, was there? But he told me that was what this was!â
Sam, frantic, said, âItâs because-â âSam!â
The man on the bed suddenly growled, stopping him. He had just woken up from his blackout, but the pain from his injuries caused him to scowl.
âYouâre awake?â
Brendan took a deep breath and turned aside with difficulty. His black eyes reflected the womanâs figure. âLeave us.â
Deirdre headed toward the door, and Brendan added, âNo. Sam leaves. You stay.â