Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 621

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Chapter 621 Handle the Discharge Procedures

"Lose... for sure?"

Deirdre inhaled sharply without her notice. She felt as if the cold air in her chest had turned into dense needles that

stabbed into her softest point. Other than pain, she could feel a tinge of fear as well.

"What's going on?" Noticing the sudden unpleasant expression on Deirdre's face, Declan furrowed his eyebrows

ever so slightly. "Did something that I'm unaware of happen?"

For as long as Declan remembered, the Kings would never target Brendan easily, no matter how displeased they

were with him.

Brendan was not to be messed around with, so it would be unnecessary for the Kings to go to war with Brendan just

to get an apology.

"Nothing." Deirdre composed her expression. "I'm only surprised because I didn’t expect that the Kings would be

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associated with that level... You should rest. I've got to go because it's getting late."

"Sure. Fionn." Declan called out to Fionn, who was guarding the door. "Send Miss McKinnon to her room."

Not long after Deirdre returned to her room, Fionn received a call and told Deirdre that he would be handling the

discharge procedures at once so Deirdre could leave the hospital.

"What’s going on?"

"Nothing much. Please stay calm, Miss McKinnon." Fionn spoke in a calm tone. "This is Mr. Brighthall's idea. He feels

that it’s a waste of time for you to stay in the hospital, and he has arranged for you to recuperate in another new

location."

"Recuperate?" Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows because she found the term used to be strange. She had a feeling

that she would be staying longer than necessary. "Since I need to recuperate, we'll be fine doing that in Neve. Why

are we relocating to another place, especially for this?"

Fionn said, "Mr. Brighthall is not planning on returning to Neve for the time being."

Deirdre felt her heart racing and inquired closely, "Is he not planning on returning, or is he incapable of returning?"

Fionn fell silent for a moment before saying, "I think it would be better for you to personally ask Mr. Brighthall this

question, Miss McKinnon."

Deirdre was not planning on making things difficult for Fionn upon hearing that. She handled the discharge

procedures obediently, and both of them got into the car. They drove for a long journey before the car stopped and

turned into an unknown villa.

Fionn said, "This is the house that Mr. Brighthall has been renting temporarily. Fresh cooking ingredients are

prepared in the fridge, and so are fresh clothes for changing in the room. You can call me with the landline phone if

you need anything else."

Deirdre nodded and asked, "When will Brendan be here?"

"Probably tonight, but I’m not too sure about the time. Just rest, Miss McKinnon. You’ll meet him for sure."

"Alright." Deirdre did not comment further.

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She took a seat on the sofa after Fionn left and felt the unfamiliar senses of the surroundings. She pulled her knees

up to her chest, curled up, and waited quietly.

She lost count of time until she felt drowsy and dozed off on the sofa. She was awakened when the light was turned

on.

Brendan looked at her and furrowed his eyebrows without his notice. He asked while he removed his coat, "Why

aren't you resting in the room? Isn't it cold here?"

It was very cold. It was so cold that she could not feel her upper body anymore, yet Deirdre could not set her mind

at ease before she got an answer.

"Why did you choose to stay in Eastgene instead of returning to Neve?"

Brendan made his way to the sink to pour himself a cup of water and drank half of its content before he stared

straight at her with his dark eyes. He said in a cold, taunting tone," Why? So you can get a divorce as soon as

possible? Have you grown so impatient that you can't wait a few more days?"

Deirdre did not fall for his trick. "You know that is not my intention."

Brendan took one step closer. Deirdre could smell the cigarette stench and the masculine scent on him. She could

not help thinking about something and avoided his gaze.

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