Chapter 97 Donât Give Someone Who Made a Mistake a Chance âItâs done. I helped you to drain the pus completely, and that is why it hurts.
Remember not to get your dressing wet and youâll be fine. As for the scarring, it will depend on your skin type.â
âThank you so much.â
The nurse answered smilingly. âDonât mention it.â She then left, pushing the trolley after she was done cleaning up As soon as the door was shut, the room turned so quiet abruptly that it felt suffocating.
Brendan clenched his fists tightly and braced himself to speak after a few attempts.â If everything you said is true, why didnât you explain yourself a few more times?â
Deirdreâs gaze was empty. He mocked, bantered, and humiliated constantly whenever she made one remark. If she were to explain herself further, she knew that she would be doomed.
Brendan realized that he was at fault too. He pursed his thin lips and said, âDeirdre, itâs very difficult for me to trust you because of your history ofâ¦
âAre you done? Iâm tired and I would really like to rest.â
She shut her eyes and lay down. Brendan did not attempt to stop her, as he knew that she would remain awake. He asked after a long time, âWhy did you choke. Charlene that night? What happened between you two when I was unconscious?â
âNothing.â
Deirdre was tired and she did not wish to explain anymore. It felt as if she was protesting against an injustice, but she would not gain anything by explaining it, and it was highly possible that she would end up where she had been earlier.
Brendan was about to fly into a rage, but his tone softened at the thought of the wounds on her hands. âDeirdre, are you not even willing to give someone who made a mistake a chance?â
Deirdre opened her eyes in surprise.
Brendan said, âI would like to apologize to you for blaming you without understanding the matter. At the time, I wasâ¦â
âYou donât need to apologize.â Deirdre interrupted him and smirked. âI donât think Iâm worthy of your apology. Besides, you didnât make a mistake. You just refused to believe me. You would rather believe the people that you believe in. Everyone is just like that, and you didnât cause my injury. You only need to mind your own business.â
She was trying to let him off. Brendan could tell that she no longer minded his mistake anymore judging by her nonchalant expression. In fact, he could tell that she would not shed another tear over this misunderstanding.
Suppressing his anger, Brendan said, âJust mind my own business? Whatâs my business then?â
Deirdre paused for a moment and said, âJust pay no attention to my current condition and continue to do whatever you want to me when my injury is healed.â
âDo whatever you want to you, huhâ¦â
Brendan felt as if something was weighing his chest down and he was having difficulty breathing. He lowered his gaze to look at Deirdre and sneered. âIs that what I am to you, Deirdre? Iâm so abominable that I donât try to understand and all I want is to torment you for my pleasure?â
Deirdre turned her face to the side. At the same time, this was a sign that she was agreeing with his remark.
Brendan clenched his teeth tightly. âI told you that you can depend on me, Deirdre. As long as you donât behave like you did in the past, I will uphold justice for you.â
He called up Charlene, his action catching Deirdre by surprise. He was supposed to spare no effort to protect Charlene and make up for her mistakes frantically.
Charlene arrived at the hospital just half an hour after picking up the call.
She was still beautifully made up and she was wearing a couture gown. It was apparent that she had just come from a party, and she feigned surprise the very moment she entered the room. âDid something happen to Ms. McKinnon, Brendan? Why did you call me over so suddenly?â
Upon saying that, Charlene looked at the bed and saw Deirdre sitting on it in good condition. She appeared confused for a moment.
She had assumed that something bad had happened to Deirdre when Brendan had called her and summoned her in a rush. âIf Deirdre is fine, why was Brendan speaking in such a harsh tone, and why was he so anxious?â