Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 272

Chapter 272 I’ll Be Back

Maeve’s face turned ghastly pale instantly. “What happened to your hand!”

She hastily called for the doctor and nurse, yet Deirdre was jolted back to reality. She covered her bloody hand with her other hand and said with a lowered gaze, “It’s… It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“How could you say that it’s fine? The dressing is soaked and red! Why won’t you take care of yourself? What are you going to do when I leave today?” NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Maeve was panic-stricken and furious. The doctor came and examined Deirdre, only to find that her wound had opened up again and needed stitches.

The doctor frowned deeply at once. “Mr. Brighthall was very worried that your palm would be scarred right from the start. You need stitches again now, so that is surely going to leave a scar. Ms. McKinnon, bear with it and bite something if you can’t stand the pain.”

Deirdre’s mind was somewhat unhinged. She was in so much pain after the stitching procedure that she was sweating, yet she did not make a sound. Only her eyes were red with tears.

Maeve assumed that Deirdre’s behavior was due to the intense pain. She heaved a sigh after the doctor left and hugged Deirdre. “There’s no need for you to bear the pain constantly if you’re in too much pain. You will feel better if you scream or cry out. I’m here for you.”

Deirdre clutched the hem of Maeve’s top tightly abruptly and sobbed loudly. It was very hard for Deirdre to hold back her cries, as she sounded like she was extremely aggrieved, yet Maeve could not help feeling pity for her.

“You’re fine, you’re fine. Deirdre is fine.” She caressed Deirdre’s hair. A faint scent emanated from Maeve’s body, and her voice was kind and merciless. The image of Maeve was almost identical to

Deirdre’s memory of her mother.

Maeve was no longer at a loss, helpless, or behaving like a child. She did not heave a sigh. She only said consciously, “I’m sorry, Deirdre. I’m sorry for troubling you with my illness.”

Deirdre’s face was wet with tears. She wished badly at this very moment that Ophelia was alive and standing before her. She wished that everything that had happened earlier had been a dream and that her mother was still there to support her when she woke up.

“Mother…” Deirdre said shakily, holding Maeve’s waist strenuously.

Maeve could sense that Deirdre was unwilling to part with her, and her eyes stung with tears. She could only assume that Deirdre was unwilling to part with her birth mother, so she patted Deirdre’s shoulder.

“Don’t cry, I’ll be back. I’ll be back to see you, Deirdre.”

Deirdre’s eyes were bloodshot abruptly, and she clenched her fist so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, trying to suppress the emotions flooding her heart. Then, she answered with a smile, “Hmm! Keep your word, mother. Come back when your illness is cured and promise to come visit me frequently. I… will be waiting for you.”

“Sure…”

Deirdre loosened her grip and calmed herself down. She suppressed her final ounce of fear and asked smilingly, “Have you had

your meal?”

Maeve nodded but realized that Deirdre could not see, so she answered, “I have. I had a sandwich on my way here.”

“Is that so… What a waste. I was planning on taking you to the sandwich place downstairs to eat something.”

“It’s fine, I can come with you.”

Deirdre held back tears. Maeve’s voice sounded too familiar to her, and she wanted to immerse herself in it, even if it was only for a moment longer.

She shut her eyes, her eyelashes trembling. She then said, “It’s fine. We’ll do it next time. I don’t feel like eating much today anyway.”

“You should eat something, even if you don’t feel like it, given your health condition. You’re so skinny that you should eat something.”

‘It feels really good.’

Deirdre wanted time to stand still at that moment so badly.

She looked up smilingly. “Yes, I will. The nurse has already sent over lunch. I’ll eat something.”

Deirdre did not feel like eating indeed. She forced herself to eat lunch in Maeve’s presence, though. Realizing that she did not have much time left, she looked out the window with empty eyes and felt the wind blowing into the room. “What time is it?”