Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 444 Those Are Some Familiar Eyes…

Deirdre backtracked into Kyran’s room and curled into herself on the bed after hiding under the blanket. She realized she could not face Madame Brighthall at all. If the old lady would ask her to see Brendan one more time-if she would even beg her without caring about her usual status and seniority-Deirdre could not be sure if she would say yes out of empathetic pain alone.

Fortunately for her, two days passed without many incidents. At most, she would overhear the nurses’ conversation while doing laundry as they discussed how low Brendan’s odds were at survival.

“Why must all geniuses die young, huh? He’s so young and brilliant and just a shining star! Why must every

star fall?”

“Girl, there were cameras around the door when I checked in for work. Someone must have leaked the news out to the press, and now even the reporters are flooding in.”

“Jesus Christ. Are they vultures or what? The surgery hasn’t even finished yet, and these sh*theads are already milking the story for money?”

Deirdre held her pail and walked past them when suddenly, a stranger approached her. “Good day, ma’am,” he greeted in a hushed, suspicious voice as though he was trying to evade attention. “Do you happen to know where Mr. Brendan Brighthall’s room is?”

thinned her lips and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I

must have seen him every once in a while now, right? Listen, I get it. Every information broker needs a tip. I can

could be gathered by the foyer, so now

room, so I

glassy and unresponsive they were. No one would have noticed unless they paid

felt her

They looked… somewhat familiar. He swore he had seen them somewhere

But where?

have to worry about a thing because this time, I’m gonna

before I go… Have you ever heard if

the other side sounded downright stupefied.

seemed kinda scarred or

high. Do you even know who Brendan Brighthall is, you numbnut?