Chapter 650


    Chapter 650 How Can You Possibly Care About Me?


    "No, we wanted this. It was only dragged on by other things,” Deirdre replied tly. 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


    Brendanter?"


    "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 be. He kept coughing, and his eyes were


    bloodshot. When he saw Deirdre, his eyes widened a little.


    Then, 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 shed 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 asionally broke the silence.


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    Deirdre moved a little and feigned nonchnce.


    "Why are you so dead set on returning to Neve? Didn''t you just wake upst 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.


    "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.