Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 450

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 450

Chapter 450 Can You Even Fathom the Consequences?

“First, we should get your tears wiped.” Declan said as he produced a handkerchief made from silk. He handed it to her. “Helping you is my job, Miss McKinnon, more like my promise to my friend. I’m supposed to take care of you so long as Kyran’s not around to do that. Besides, none of this is your fault. So don’t blame yourself, okay?

Declan continued hesitantly, frowning. “Though I have to warn you. “The media vulture types are probably going to be all over you for these two days. They are going to try their best to milk as much news as they can from you before we completely shut the news down so they can squeeze as much money as they can for their miserable lives. Stay inside as often as possible. H*ll, stay in his ward.”

Deirdre nodded-her heavy head seemed to threaten to fall at every nod. She was about to reach the end of the corridor when she heard a loud commotion. “This hospital is protecting a murderer! Brendan Brighthall bailed a murderer out of jail! He should explain himself!”

“We want Charlene McKinney to stand before us and speak to us! That’s the only way to get to the truth!” “Exactly! How could the CEO of a company as big as the Brighthall Group step all over the law and bail a murderer out just because he wants to? How is this justice to the victims!?”

A stampede of reporters was trying to break into the 11th floor. It was the nurse who blocked them on the entrance to the elevator.

Deirdre’s face turned white. Alarmed, she cried, “Are they here?”

“Don’t be scared, Miss McKinnon!” Declan called out, frowning.

Kyran had barely entered the operation theater, and the situation had already spiraled into chaos. “Those reporters are trying to get their first scoop with their most self-righteous excuses! I’ll handle it.

Get back. into the ward and close the door. Don’t open it for anyone except me!”

“W-What about Kyran?” She protested, biting her lips. She had promised him she would wait for him outside.

Declan sighed. “Don’t worry about that. He’s in the middle of his surgery, so he’s going to be fine. Once his operation is over, I’ll send a nurse to tell you. Remember, Kyran isn’t going to feel any better if you’re in trouble. The success of his surgery will be damned!”

Deirdre mulled it over for a minute and realized he was right. She had to stop giving Declan so much trouble. “I’m heading to the ward now. T-Thank you, Mr. King.”

Declan patted her back as a sign of appreciation before striding toward the reporters.

Meanwhile, Deirdre felt her way back across the wall to a corner before turning to the door. She was about to turn the knob when she heard a voice call out, “Miss McKinnon.”

It was old, tired, and yet imposing and slightly irate. Deirdre froze.

Despite Brendan being in the middle of his surgery, Madame Brighthall had decided to come to her. There could be only one reason.

“M-Madame Brighthall?”

The older woman took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and opened them again. “Can you explain this to me?” she demanded. “The news about you being ‘Charlene McKinney’, how did it get to the media? And why are they here, in this hospital?”

Deirdre clenched her fists instinctively. She was just as confused. “Madame Brighthall, I know you think

I’m lying, but i swear I have no idea. I don’t know why someone would take my picture and write that article-”

“The only ones who know your true identity are you and I! If it’s not you… then who else could have brought reporters here on the very day my son is undergoing critical surgery!?” Madame Brighthall snapped, her voice almost wailing.

She was at her wit’s end. “I’m not even going to talk about how much damage this is causing to my family, Miss McKinnon. Bren is in the middle of his operation! What’s gonna happen when the media circus reaches him?

“And what will he do when he learns you’re here, in the same hospital he is in!? Can you even fathom the consequences?”