Resent, Reject, Regret novel Chapter 392

Deirdre had no idea how to face Kyran when she remembered how she had gone too far with her remarks yesterday.

Since they couldn't be together, it would be better to end the relationship as quickly and less painfully as possible.

She was caught in a daze for more than ten minutes before a call came.

Deirdre found the number her phone read out to be very familiar. It was Declan’s number. She hesitated for a moment before she picked up the call.

“Hello.”

“It’s me, Deirdre.”

Deirdre was stunned for a moment. “I know.”

“Will you be coming today?” Kyran went straight to the point. “I have something that I wish to go over with you.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re here.”

Deirdre was still in a daze after the call ended. She thought about what Kyran had told her and how serious he sounded.

‘Why is he doing this? Is he planning on sending me to Alnwick after pondering over the nature of our relationship?’

Deirdre felt her chest tighten for an unknown reason when the thought occurred to him.

However, that would be a good thing.

She packed up her luggage in advance and waited for the attendant to knock on her door and send her to the hospital.

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She inhaled a few deep breaths out of Kyran’s room before opening the door and entering. The moment she opened the door, she could feel someone else in the room other than Kyran.

‘Is that Declan? If Declan was still around, he should have picked me up from the hotel, right?’

Deirdre was anxious as the person approached her with a smile and extended his hand for a handshake. “Hello, Miss McKinnon. Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m a physician of this hospital, and my last name is Engle.”

“Don’t!” Her entire body was shaking. “I don’t want facial reconstruction!”

“Deirdre…”

Kyran was surprised beyond his expectations, while Dr. Engle was startled as well. “We’re not going to perform plastic surgery on you, but we’re only going to turn you back into your prior, beautiful self. Isn’t that good?”

Deirdre shook her head frantically.

She loathed her face for giving her everything she had, yet it also gave her the nightmare that would haunt her for eternity.

The face was the start of her misery, but she did not want to go back to her usual self.

“Kyran.” She pushed back the trauma of her past and calmed herself. “Please respect my choice. The face is my only limit.”

“Alright, Deirdre, we won’t reconstruct your face if you don’t want it.” Kyran watched Deirdre’s reaction with an emotional expression. He turned to Dr. Engle and informed him with his phone, “I’m sorry. Please leave for the time being.”

Dr. Engle nodded. After he left, Kyran called out to Deirdre, “Come.”