"At the beginning, because you faked your death, he ran out of the hospital like crazy, omitting his tearing and bleeding wound. When he comes out of the operation, do you think he will recuperate with peace!?"

Deirdre closed her eyes tremblingly. "I'm sorry. I don't want it either."

After Madame Brighthall vented her emotions, she fell down on the bench next to her as if she was drained of energy.

"Miss McKinnon, I’ve given you a choice. I begged you to see him before the operation. Since you refused to agree, then you would never see him again, but now it is rumored... Fortunately, when this happened, Bren had already been injected with anesthesia. Otherwise, do you know what the consequences would be? This is, after all, a life-threatening operation for him!"

Deirdre clenched her fists despite being feeble. "Madame Brighthall, letting everyone know that I am a murderer will do me no good at all. I already have a boyfriend. I don't want this matter to be made known to Brendan eve