NovelOnlineResent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers
Chapter 655 Mr. Brighthall Cares A Lot About You
Sam was fast. He took only about ten minutes to come.
As Sam was on his way up, Deirdre was applying a damp cloth to Brendan's forehead.
When Deirdre heard the noises, her flustered expression finally regained some composure. "Sam, take a look
quickly! How's Brendan?"
Sam hurriedly went forward and saw Brendan was delirious and had fallen into a trance. He was flushing, and his
bangs were wet, sticking on his frowning brows.
He obviously knew about Brendan's current situation. After all, the hospital had tried to stop them from going
through the discharge procedures.
"Miss McKinnon, he has to be sent to the hospital." Without delay, Sam got a jacket for Brendan and carried him
down the stairs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter taking a few steps, he asked, "Miss McKinnon, it's late now. Would you like to take a rest first? I'll take you to
the airport tomorrow morning."
Clenching her fist tightly, Deirdre forced herself to calm down. "How can I just walk away at this moment? I-I'll go
with you to the hospital.”
Sam didn't expect to get this answer and nodded.
As they got to the hospital, the doctor immediately arranged for Brendan's admission and prescribed him medicine.
Deirdre stood at the door of the ward alone. Her surroundings were quite cold because it was late at night and
there were very few people.
Sam came over, took off his jacket to put it on her, and comforted her." Don’t worry, Miss McKinnon. It's just that
Mr. Brighthall has endured too long that he has reached a critical point and fallen into a coma. He will be fine now
that he's come to the hospital."
Feeling complicated, Deirdre nodded. Sam asked, "D-Do you want to contact Madame?"
Sam was referring to Madame Brighthall. As Brendan's mother, she should have the right to know that his son was
sick, but Deirdre hesitated.
"How's her health recently?"
"Not so good," replied Sam frankly.
"In that case, it's better not to tell her. Even if she learns about Brendan’s condition, she can't do anything but just
get more worried." Deirdre made a decision.
Sam agreed. Following that, he couldn't help but say, 'With Mr. Brighthall falling sick, we, as his subordinates, are at
a loss. Miss McKinnon, it’s great to have you here showing us the direction."
'What if the so-called direction is exactly what Brendan is unsatisfied with?"
"Impossible." With a smile, Sam said, "He would get angry if anyone else intervened, but not with you."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDeirdre was startled. She had been joking, but she could not react when she heard Sam's serious response.
"Why are you so certain about it?"
"Because I can see that when you disappeared, Mr. Brighthall seemed to be crazy. He used to be in good health.
Even if he had been busy working, he shouldn't have passed out again and again. It was because of your accident
that Mr. Brighthall had been working days and nights just to paralyze himself. This has further aggravated his
health.
"Although he is never willing to show it, I’m clearly assured that he cares a lot about you. Since he cares, how could
he be annoyed by your order? I'm afraid that he’d be happy about that."
‘Cares about me?'
Deirdre felt it was absurd. Since she knew Brendan, she only knew that the word 'care' was always reserved for
Charlene.
Meanwhile, she was just an incompetent tool, a disposable substitute.
"It looks like you greatly misunderstood him," said Deirdre, forcing a smile. It was the conclusion she made after a
long thought.
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