“It’s done. I helped you to drain the pus completely, and that is why it hurts. Remember not to get your dressing wet and you’ll be fine. As for the scarring, it will depend on your skin type.”

“Thank you so much.”

The nurse answered smilingly, “Don’t mention it.” 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. “If everything you said is true, why didn’t you explain yourself a few more times?”

Deirdre’s 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, “Deirdre, it’s very difficult for me to trust you because of your history of…”

“Are you done? I’m tired and I would really like to rest.”

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