Chapter 96: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers 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.

The nurse removed the bandage from Deirdre’s hands skillfully. Brendan’s pupils constricted abruptly the very moment he saw the wounds.

Those red, swollen puncture wounds were concentrated into a bloody, mushy mess of flesh and skin.

The sight of the injuries was terrifying, as the wounds were infected.

‘That’s painful. Just looking at it feels painful.”

Brendan had still been counting on the possibility of Deirdre plotting everything properly and hurting herself after they had left.

He realized that was impossible the moment he saw the wounds Deirdre could not possibly have done that to herself no matter how merciless she was.

“Why 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 liquid and cleaned Deirdre’s wounds.

Deirdre’s body trembled in pain, and Brendan realized that he felt the pain as well.

“Be gentle!” he blurted out without noticing.

The nurse said innocently, “I’m already doing it as gently as I can. There’s nothing that I can do because that’s just how painful the antiseptic liquid is.”

Deirdre turned her head to the side and bit her lower lip tightly. “Please go on.”

The nurse continued to dress the wound upon hearing that.

Deirdre was drenched in sweat, and her lower lip bled from her bites during the process.

Brendan could not bring himself to watch anymore. He pried open her mouth and said, “Stop biting, Deirdre. Do you want more wounds on your body?”

He raised his arm. “You can bite me if you can’t stand the pain.”

Deirdre raised her head and looked in his direction. She cast a soft gaze at him, but Brendan could feel her intention.

She was mocking him for being pretentious.

Then, Deirdre endured the pain until the dressing was completed. The nurse was sweating as well, but it was mainly due to Brendan’s terrifying gaze, as he looked like he could eat her.