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Chapter 640 Are You Really That Merciless?
It would be inappropriate, indeed. In the end, Deirdre took the call, but her tone was icy cold.
"What the h*ck do you want, Brendan? Are you only pleased after tormenting a person to madness?”
Brendan chuckled bitterly. "I'm sick, Deirdre. I'm feeling very ill and have no one else with me. I just want to see
you. Even if you don't care about me, will you not fulfill this request of mine?”
After exhaling a breath, Deirdre fell silent while Brendan said, 'You can call me despicable or shameless, but I’ll
return the phone to you if you come. Otherwise, not only will I destroy the phone, but I won't agree to get a divorce
either."
Upon saying that, Brendan gave her the hotel address and ended the call concisely.
Deirdre suppressed the shakiness of her hand as she returned the phone to its spot.
'What's going on?" The storekeeper was extremely anxious.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDeirdre shook her head. "It's done. Please charge me for this call as well."
After leaving the store, her mind was blank.
The address of the hotel Brendan had given her was haunting her mind like a nightmare. She had no other choice.
She hailed a cab and told the address to the driver. The staff recognized her as soon as Deirdre got to the hotel.
'You're Miss McKinnon, right? I’ll send you to the room.”
"Sure."
Deirdre entered the elevator with that person, headed to the top floor, and soon stopped in front of a door.
The staff member said, 'This is Mr. Brighthall's room. I don’t have permission to enter. You may go ahead yourself,
Miss McKinnon."
The staff member opened the door with an access card.
Deirdre opened the door and entered the pitch-black room. She felt for a switch to turn on the light in the corridor
so she could distinguish the room with great effort.
Meanwhile, she heard the sound of a suppressed cough coming from ahead. Soon afterward, she heard Brendan's
voice saying, "Is that you, Deirdre?"
His voice sounded even more tired and hoarser than on the phone.
Deirdre felt her way along the wall with her gaze lowered and found Brendan lying on the bed. She asked in a cold
tone, "Where's the phone? Where is it?"
Brendan fell quiet for a few seconds before chuckling in a self-mocking manner. "Can’t you even say something
that shows your concern to me? No matter how estranged we are now, we still have a relationship that lasts five
years..."
"You don't need to remind me of my past foolishness in every remark of yours. There is no relationship between us
anymore." Deirdre’s expression was cold, and she continued her previous query by asking, ‘Where's the phone?”
"Just pour me a glass of water first? My entire body hurts, and I'm so exhausted that I can't get up. It's my first time
having such a bad cold. I feel like I'm dying.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe took it upon himself to divert to another topic of conversation with a muffled voice. "I... I can't breathe."
Deirdre shifted her gaze to the side. "Brendan, it’s utterly useless for you to tell me your symptoms because I’m not
a doctor and can't help you."
Brendan smiled, but his dark eyes were filled with melancholy. "Is it really utterly useless? Don't you feel even an
ounce of putty? Are you really that merciless?"
"Perhaps." Deirdre could not be bothered to explain herself.
She was merciless, yet she would never be as merciless as Brendan.
She could never compare to how he could disregard the woman who loved him deeply and ignore his wife of five
years' survival.
'Will you return the phone to me?"
Brendan held back his cough and said softly, "I’ll give you when you pour me a glass of water."
Deirdre did not refute at this point. She asked for the location of the water and poured Brendan a glass of warm
water, following his guidance.
'Thank you." He sat up in preparation to receive the water, but he could not refrain from inhaling sharply.
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