Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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?”

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

no apparent reason. He then felt an unusual emotion surging

fists tightly. “I’m

gorgeous, flawless face. She

were open and there was no telling what was

said, “Ms. McKinnon, I’m here to dress your

The hospital is swarmed.”

to

the bandage from Deirdre’s hands skillfully. Brendan’s pupils constricted abruptly the

of flesh and skin. The sight of

looking

counting on the possibility of Deirdre plotting everything properly

impossible the moment he saw the wounds Deirdre could

aren’t the wounds healing yet? The hands are a woman’s second face. It would be bad if they turned into scars” The nurse muttered to herself as she soaked the cotton balls in antiseptic

Brendan realized that he

blurted out without