Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 461


    Chapter 461 Please Help Me


    “So what can I do for you?”


    “Miss McKinnon, can you help me? I’m sorry for lying to you that time, but Mr. Brighthall forced me,”


    said Maeve, her voice filled with sobs. “I shouldn’t have called you, but I can’t think of anyone else who


    can help me right now…”


    Deirdre frowned at the woman’s sobs and felt a pang in her chest.


    One of the reasons was that Maeve’s voice really sounded like her mother’s, and the second reason


    was that she could feel that Maeve was genuinely good to her at that time. Although it all turned out to


    be fake, no one in this world could fake their feelings.


    This was also why she could not treat Maeve as she treated Brendan.


    She bit her lips and asked, “What happened?”


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    “My daughter was diagnosed with cancer a while ago. For the past few months, I’ve sold my house and


    all my valuable things to pay for her expensive medical bills, but I can’t hold on anymore.”


    “So, you want money?” Deirdre’s face turned pale, and she lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Madam


    O’Keefe. I’m afraid I can’t help you. I’m no longer living with Brendan. But even if I still lived with


    Brendan, I wouldn’t have money to give you either, so I’m sorry.”


    Maeve covered her face and cried, “Then what should I do? Do I have to sit by and watch my daughter


    die? She’s my daughter! I can’t give up on her…”


    Deirdre clenched her fists tightly and asked, “How much money do you need?”


    “I can’t say for sure. This kind of thing has no end, but I need at least 7,000 dors right now.”


    “7,000 dors?” Deirdre ced her hand on her forehead. She did not even have 70 dors, let alone


    7,000 dors, but she just couldn’t bring herself to watch Maeve in pain.


    She took a deep breath and said, “Just give me some time. I’ll figure something out, but I can only give


    you 7,000 dors. I can’t give you more…”


    “That’s fine too,” said Maeve, her voice thick with exhration and sadness. “7,000 dors is enough to


    keep my daughter alive for a while. Thank you so much, Miss McKinnon!”


    “Give me your phone number. I’ll let you know once I’ve got the money,” said Deirdre.


    After Maeve gave Deirdre her phone number, she hung up the call. Her brain was a muddled mess


    right now as she stood as firm as a ramrod on the spot.


    The first person she could think of that could help her right now was Kyran, but she just couldn’t bring


    herself to borrow money from him.


    “Miss McKinnon?” Den’s voice rang out behind her. “I thought you were drying the clothes? Why are


    you still here? Is there anything wrong?”


    Deirdre calmed herself down and turned around. “Nothing. I was just wondering if I should go to the


    laundry roomter since I’m pretty sure it’ll be packed with people.”


    “Well, I’m sure it’ll be quite crowded right now. What clothes do you have in the basket? Maybe I can


    help you dry them at the hotel.” Den took a step forward.


    Deirdre blocked it, but Den still saw it anyway. A meaningful smile appeared on his face as he said,


    “I see. So, they’re Kyran’s undergarments. You just hang them up. I’m sure he’s fine with it.”


    “Okay…” Deirdre felt embarrassed and picked up her pace.


    After finishing her task, she returned to the ward and found that Kyran was sleeping.


    She couldn’t fall asleep while thinking about how to help Maeve. She turned around and woke Kyran


    up.


    He picked up his phone and asked, “What’s the matter?”


    “Huh?” Deirdre was stunned. “Did I make too much noise and wake you up?”