Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 I’ll Be Back

Maeve’s face turned ghastly pale instantly. “What happened to your hand!”

She hastily called for the doctor and nurse, yet Deirdre was jolted back to reality. She covered her bloody hand with her other hand and said with a lowered gaze, “It’s… It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“How could you say that it’s fine? The dressing is soaked and red! Why won’t you take care of yourself? What are you going to do when I leave today?”

Maeve was panic-stricken and furious. The doctor came and examined Deirdre, only to find that her wound had opened up again and needed stitches.

The doctor frowned deeply at once. “Mr. Brighthall was very worried that your palm would be scarred right from the start. You need stitches again now, so that is surely going to leave a scar. Ms. McKinnon, bear with it and bite something if you can’t stand the pain.”

Deirdre’s mind was somewhat unhinged. She was in so much pain after the stitching procedure that she was sweating, yet she did not make a sound. Only her eyes were red with tears.

Maeve assumed that Deirdre’s behavior was due to the intense pain. She heaved a sigh after the doctor left and hugged Deirdre. “There’s no need for you to bear the pain constantly if you’re in too much pain. You will feel better if you scream or cry out. I’m here for you.”

Deirdre clutched the hem of Maeve’s top tightly abruptly and sobbed loudly. It was very hard for Deirdre to hold back her cries, as she sounded like she was extremely aggrieved, yet Maeve could not help feeling pity for her.

“You’re fine, you’re fine. Deirdre is fine.” She caressed Deirdre’s hair. A faint scent emanated from Maeve’s body, and her voice was kind and merciless. The image of Maeve was almost identical to Deirdre’s memory of her mother.

Maeve was no longer at a loss, helpless, or behaving like a child. She did not heave a sigh. She only said consciously, “I’m sorry, Deirdre. I’m sorry for troubling you with my illness.”

Deirdre’s face was wet with tears. She wished badly at this very moment that Ophelia was alive and standing before her. She wished that everything that had happened earlier had been a dream and that her mother was still there to support her when she woke up.

“Mother…” Deirdre said shakily, holding Maeve’s waist strenuously.

Maeve could sense that Deirdre was unwilling to part with her, and her eyes stung with tears. She could only assume that Deirdre was unwilling to part with her birth mother, so she patted Deirdre’s shoulder.