“Deirdre! Don’t even think about living a peaceful life with another man! If I can destroy Sterling, I can destroy the next one too!”Deirdre awoke in shock. She was breathing heavily, and her body was drenched in sweat. She opened her eyes and found that there was only darkness. She could determine that it was still early according to the noise level. She inhaled a deep breath and wiped away the sweat on her head. However, the image of the man’s savage expression was deeply ingrained in her mind.Deirdre could not sleep, so she got out of bed to do her laundry. She opened the door and got out of the room. Her phone reported that it was five in the morning. Meanwhile, people were already bustling about but speaking softer in the corridor.Deirdre had just arrived at the laundry room entrance when she suddenly heard the rushed high heels clicking from the elevator, as well as Madame Brighthall’s panicked tone, “Coughing up blood? When did that happen? Why didn’t you notify us ear
How Madame Brighthall was pleased and devoted to Deirdre’s previous identity felt so cynical to Deirdre. Deirdre said, “You’ve mistaken me for someone else, Madame Brighthall. I’m Deirdre McKinnon and not Charlene McKinney.”“I know.” Madame Brighthall’s gaze dimmed for a moment when her hands were flung away.She then said hastily, “Brendan has already come clean to me. It was you who took care of me over the years, right? The daughter-in-law that I’m perfectly content with has always been you too. I’m sorry, Miss McKinnon. I… I was so reckless that I actually kicked you out and hurt you…”‘Come clean?’Deirdre felt her heart racing and felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. She said, “You shouldn’t apologize, Madame Brighthall. You didn’t do anything wrong from the start. On the contrary, I should thank you. I wouldn’t be able to leave Brendan had you not helped me. It’s a happy ending for the both of us now.”“Is it really a happy ending?” Madame Brighthall smiled bitterly. “
Deirdre was incredulous while Madame Brighthall hastily said, “I know! I know that this request is quite difficult for you, but I don’t know what else to do anymore. He is acting very indifferent toward the surgery. If you can see him, perhaps you can set his mind at ease so that he can face the surgery with a stable mind. Will you do it? I’m begging you!”Deirdre was confused by Madame Brighthall’s arduous pleading. “Why do you think that my act of meeting me will give him peace of mind, Madame Brighthall?”Madame Brighthall said with a bitter smile, “That’s because he has been tracking your whereabouts all this time.”Deirdre was stunned.Madame Brigthhall continued. “Brendan knows that you’re alive.“He knows of the places that you’ve been to as well. However, it is very apparent that he has yet to meet you, and that is why he has given up all hope. Yet, this surgery is crucial. As a mother, I can’t do anything while my son doesn’t care about his survivability. He doesn’t have
There was no movement. Surprised, Deirdre reached out and tried to grab hold of something. There was nothing underneath the comforter. There was no one on the bed.She heard no sounds from the bathroom, either. Deirdre had no idea when Kyran left—she had not had the chance to touch the man before she did the laundry. Where could the man be in such cold weather? She was just wondering about it when the door opened. A cold gale broke in, carrying the scent only he possessed. She rose from the bed and asked, “Kyran?”“It’s me.”Deirdre breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward. “Where have you been?”The man’s hands were a bit cold. He pulled his one hand away and began to type, “The doctor recommends I perform more exercise, so when I woke up a little earlier today, I decided to take a walk downstairs. What’s up?”“Oh, nothing,” Deirdre replied absent-mindedly. It was not his whereabouts that made her anxious—it was the possibility of Brendan knowing who Kyran was and making
“Why, Kyran? Why do you think I’m… like this?” Bitterness tinged her last question. She was angry—angry at the incomprehensibility of her own emotions.Kyran’s hand ran down her back, his expression serene. “Deirdre, you don’t feel joy over anyone’s death because you’re that kind-hearted. Your happiness doesn’t need to be built on anyone’s pain.”“But I should be happy! Shouldn’t I?”“Deirdre?” Kyran lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Do you still love him?”“Love who?”“Him.”She shook her head with all her might. Tears of bitter, painful anger rolled out of her cheeks. “Love!? I hate him! I hate him so much… it’s wearing me out…”“So, you’ll never forgive him, no matter what he does?”There was not a shred of hesitancy in her response.”Never!”Even Kyran was taken aback by how quickly her answer sprung. For a long time, he typed nothing.The silence brewed a quiet sense of unease in her. “W-What’s wrong?”He gave a soft laugh. “Nothing. I was just thinking. If you
Declan’s expression darkened for a split second. He took his seat on the couch and explained, “It’s nothing big. Just Brendan Brighthall’s health. They found blood in his sputter and vomit, so they declared he is in critical condition. That sort of thing will throw any hospital into chaos just because Brendan isn’t some small fry. If he dies here, the media’s going to have a field day.”‘Critical condition…’Deirdre’s heart wrung for a second. “What happened? Why is it so serious?”“Not because of some freak accident, I bet,” replied Declan. “I distinctly recall him as being quite ill, or he wouldn’t be confined to his ward as soon as he’s hospitalized. His current condition is probably expected.”Deirdre exhaled slowly. Maybe this was what Brendan deserved, after all. She said nothing, and yet she heard Kyran suddenly type, “The world will be better without him.”Deirdre was bewildered. She had never seen Kyran express hostility comparable to the animosity he displayed now. Not e
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 couldn't care less. She rose, closed the window, and heard a sound from the shower. She was about to turn when she felt a man wrap his arms around her waist. She could smell the soap he used. It seemed someone was in a good mood despite being close to his operation. “Is everything prepared?”Kyran let go and took his phone. “Why? Are you worried about me?”“Yes.” She nodded. “I know it’s not anything major, but there are always risks of complications in any given surgery. I’m always going to be worried.”“You don’t have to be,” replied Kyran, a smile shadowing his lips. “Because Lady Nike, Goddess of Victory, is on my side. The operation will be a success, and then we'll leave this place when I’m all healed up.”He kissed her earlobe. “First stop, Southyam. How about that?”“Southyam?”“Lots of good food, we’ll eat whatever we like! You’re too skinny, Deirdre. I gotta do what boyfriends are divinely commanded to do—bring you the best food until you’re chubby and chummy.