Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 444

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 444

Chapter 444 Those Are Some Familiar Eyes…

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 held her pail and walked past them when suddenly, a stranger approached her. “Good day, ma’am,” he greeted in a hushed, suspicious voice as though he was trying to evade attention. “Do you happen to know where Mr. Brendan Brighthall’s room is?”

Deirdre thinned her lips and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t.”

She took a step forward, but the man cut into her path again. “Really? Mr. Brighthall’s room is on the same level as the one you’re heading to, so you must have seen him every once in a while now, right?

Listen, I get it. Every information broker needs a tip. I can give you that as long as you provide me with accurate information!”

Deirdre was sure she was facing a reporter now. Apparently, no news could be gathered by the foyer, so now they had to break in.

“Please, sir. I’m blind. I rarely step outside my room, so I can’t help you. Please ask someone else.”

“Blind?” The man stared into Deirdre’s eyes and realized how glassy and unresponsive they were. No one would have noticed unless they paid a lot of attention. “God, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She nodded slightly and felt her way out through the wall.

The man could not get her eyes out of his head. They looked… somewhat familiar. He swore he had seen them somewhere while he was gathering information on Brendan. He had seen them before.

But where?

He slapped the sides of his head and still could not remember a thing. His phone rang, so he picked it up.” Lily? Yeah, I’m here. No, you don’t have to worry about a thing because this time, I’m gonna get the most explosive first-hand information and sell it to the highest bidder in the press. You’re gonna live like a princess soon!”

Before he hung up, he asked, “Anyway, before I go… Have you ever heard if Brendan Brighthall has a girlfriend or something who’s also blind?”

The woman on the other side sounded downright stupefied. “Blind? Blake Dunn, do you think this is funny?”

“I’m not being funny, Lily! It’s a blind woman whose face also seemed kinda scarred or injured. I mean, she had bandages behind her mask. Does a girlfriend like that ever exist?”

Lily crossed her arms and snickered. “If this isn’t you trying to be a funnyman, then you must be calling me while drunk or high. Do you even know who Brendan Brighthall is, you numbnut? Why would a man like that have a blind girlfriend? You know that thing inside your head, babe? Use it!”

Blake thought she was right, and yet he could not shake off the feeling that he had seen her eyes before. It had to be recent…

He could not draw any memory. All he had to base on was that his memories had always been reliable and good. He could not possibly get it wrong.

“Babe? Can you tidy up all of my gathered intel and send it to my mail later? I’ll read it again in my hotel.”

“Okay, but you better be quick. Don’t let anyone else steal your scoop!”

“Roger that.”

Deirdre opened the door and slipped inside Kyran’s ward.

The man was still in the shower, so she sat on his bed and thought about the reporter. If the media had gotten inside… Brendan’s news was going to be public really soon.

Not that the man lacked the connections and manpower to sweep it all under the rug.