Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96 She Didn’t Lie

“There’s no wound on the patient’s hand?” The nurse was caught by surprise. “There is a wound, though. It’s very serious. It’s not only infected, but the wound will discharge pus at night. That is why we keep the wound bandaged.”

“Infected?” Brendan got up from his seat. “When did that happen?”

The nurse thought for a moment. “On the morning of the 19th.”

Deirdre was actually telling the truth. She had been injured on the morning of the 19th. On the other hand, that morning….

Brendan could not help breathing heavily as the image of Charlene showing up that morning popped into his mind. He clenched his fists tightly and asked eagerly, “What does the wound look like?”

The nurse was startled but she did not have the courage not to reply. She considered it closely for a moment before she pointed at the back of her hand. “It’s injured here, here, and here. It’s all covered in puncture wounds, and her hand bruised up right away. Her flesh was dug out of her skin, and she was bleeding profusely.”

‘Puncture wounds… Puncture wounds!”

It was just like Deirdre had described it!

Brendan’s mind went blank. He shut his eyes and thought about Deirdre’s crying face when she had said in a deep voice, “Am I not human, Brendan? Will you stop humiliating me if I die? What have I done to deserve this?”

He had believed that she was extremely aggrieved. It was the reason why she had been sobbing soundlessly while she’d made that extremely aggrieved remark. On the other hand, he had treated her as someone… putting on an act and feeling sad for making a mistake.

He felt his chest wrench in pain for no apparent reason. He then felt an unusual emotion surging through his chest that he could not describe.

He clenched his fists tightly. “I’m coming in as well.”

“Sure…” The nurse lowered her head shyly after seeing Brendan’s gorgeous, flawless face. She entered the room and turned on the lights.

Deirdre was no longer crying, but her eyes were open and there was no telling what was on her mind.

The nurse said, “Ms. McKinnon, I’m here to dress your wound. Sorry for the delay.

The hospital is swarmed.”

“It’s fine.” Deirdre’s gaze was lowered. She pushed herself to sit upright on the bed and raised her hands.