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Chapter 650 How Can You Possibly Care About Me?
"No, we wanted this. It was only dragged on by other things," Deirdre replied flatly. The only thing that really
bugged her was that she had misunderstood Brendan, but her feelings about him did not change. "We don’t like
each other."
"Huh? Okay..." Glenna was baffled, but she respected it enough. "So... you're going to leave with Brendan later?"
'Yes, but I'll be back soon."
"In that case, I'm taking you to the ward first."
Before she could even do what she said she would, Brendan emerged from the door in a coat. His face was sallow
and sickly-it was clear just how ill he had become. He kept coughing, and his eyes were bloodshot. When he saw
Deirdre, his eyes widened a little.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen, a look of mockery shadowed his face. "Time to go, Sam," he ordered the guard next to him and ignored
Deirdre altogether. He brushed past her.
Deirdre shuddered. Glenna held her hand. "Dee?"
"It's okay." This was well within her expectations, so she was not that shaken up either. "Thanks for bringing me
here, but you should go. I'm going to Neve for the time being and will be returning after my divorce."
"Um, okay. Give me a call when you're at the airport once you're back, okay? I'll drive you."
Deirdre flashed her friend her usual smile. "Got it."
Seeing Brendan slowly disappearing into the horizon, she widened her eyes, made out the vague outline of his
back, and followed him into the elevator. The door closed, and heavy silence weighed so much on her that she
almost could not breathe.
Only Brendan's suppressed coughs occasionally broke the silence.
Deirdre moved a little and feigned nonchalance. "Why are you so dead set on returning to Neve? Didn’t you just
wake up last night? You should take at least a few days' break."
Brendan covered the fatigue in his eyes. "Is that worry I hear?"
Then, before Deirdre could answer him, he shook his head. "No. It's not. How could you possibly care about me?
You hate me to the bones. You wish I would just die already. In fact, you must be disappointed to see me standing
here, awake and alive."
Deirdre cast her eyes down in silence. "I told you I don't care if you're alive or dead. I'm not going to whine and
groan just because you lived, nor am I going to dance if I hear you're dead."
'Yeah, because you only care about being with the man you love forever. All you care about is ensuring I’m not
dragging your precious divorce out."
She found herself tongue-tied.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Don't worry." Brendan continued. "It's something I’ve promised to do, so I will do it. I’m rushing out of the hospital
because I want to fulfill my promise for a divorce."
In the past, Deirdre would have answered, "A good choice." But now, she could not even say that. She could hear
his disappointment, his mocking tone aimed at himself.
All of that suddenly made it impossible for her to dunk on him any further. That misunderstanding she had would
not allow her.
She parted her lips. "Brendan-"
The door opened. Brendan strode out of the elevator instantly, and suddenly, the space he left was filled with a
flood of strangers.
Deirdre felt the words stuck in her throat. She shifted her feet and moved out.
Sam was waiting outside the hospital entrance. Seeing her, he approached her and said, 'TH lead you to the car."
She nodded. When they arrived, he pulled open the door to the passenger seat.
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