Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 640

Chapter 640 Are You Really That Merciless?

It would be inappropriate, indeed. In the end, Deirdre took the call, but her tone was icy cold.

"What the h*ck do you want, Brendan? Are you only pleased after tormenting a person to madness?"

Brendan chuckled bitterly. "I'm sick, Deirdre. I'm feeling very ill and have no one else with me. I just want to see you. Even if you don't care about me, will you not fulfill this request of mine?"

After exhaling a breath, Deirdre fell silent while Brendan said, ‘You can call me despicable or shameless, but I'll return the phone to you if you come. Otherwise, not only will I destroy the phone, but I won't agree to get a divorce either."

Upon saying that, Brendan gave her the hotel address and ended the call concisely.

Deirdre suppressed the shakiness of her hand as she returned the phone to its spot.

‘What's going on?" The storekeeper was extremely anxious.

Deirdre shook her head. "It's done. Please charge me for this call as well."

After leaving the store, her mind was blank.

The address of the hotel Brendan had given her was haunting her mind like a nightmare. She had no other choice.She hailed a cab and told the address to the driver. The staff recognized her as soon as Deirdre got to the hotel.

‘You're Miss McKinnon, right? I'll send you to the room."

"Sure."

Deirdre entered the elevator with that person, headed to the top floor, and soon stopped in front of a door.

The staff member said, 'This is Mr. Brighthall's room. I don’t have permission to enter. You may go ahead yourself, Miss McKinnon."

The staff member opened the door with an access card.

Deirdre opened the door and entered the pitch-black room. She felt for a switch to turn on the light in the corridor so she could distinguish the room with great effort.

Deirdre shifted her gaze to the side. "Brendan, it's utterly useless for you to tell me your symptoms because I’m not a doctor and can't help you."

Brendan smiled, but his dark eyes were filled with melancholy. "Is it really utterly useless? Don't you feel even an ounce of putty? Are you really that merciless?"

"Perhaps." Deirdre could not be bothered to explain herself.

She was merciless, yet she would never be as merciless as Brendan. She could never compare to how he could disregard the woman who loved him deeply and ignore his wife of five years’ survival.

"Will you return the phone to me?"

Brendan held back his cough and said softly, "I'll give you when you pour me a glass of water."

Deirdre did not refute at this point. She asked for the location of the water and poured Brendan a glass of warm water, following his guidance.

‘Thank you." He sat up in preparation to receive the water, but he could not refrain from inhaling sharply.