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Chapter 395
Irene simply thought it hilarious. “Yvaine died because of Mick’s selfishness. Yes, he saved her at first, but he also
killed her, didn’t he? He wanted that inhibitor chip planted because he wanted her to forget the past, and if it was
never implanted, it would never have caused her coma. Are you saying that he’s not a murderer for that? Don’t
you think that Isaac should get revenge as Yvaine’s son?”
“Mick genuinely loved Yvaine,” Stephen replied.
He did not shy from asking Irene to sacrifice herself because he wanted to save Mick. After being friends. for years
with the man, he knew how Mick felt toward Yvaine.
“Sure he is, but does Yvaine really love him back? If she did, why would she have married Andrew Jefferson?
Moreover, did he have Yvaine’s permission to implant that chip?”
Irene was convinced that Mick was selfish-he had stolen Yvaine’s memories, and used love to disguise his crime of
stealing another man’s wife and a boy’s mother.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I won’t agree to this-no way. I won’t allow this to drive a wedge between my husband and myself, and you keep
saying that Mick loves Yvaine, but that’s coercion more than anything.”
“It’s love,” Stephen insisted.
“I won’t agree to this.” Irene was resolute.
“Can’t you do me this favor, seeing that I defended you before?”
“No. I’m grateful that you were on my side against Whitney Cox, and I’ll always remember that. However, this isn’t
something I can help with-Isaac has a right to know the truth, and none of us can take that away from him.”
Stephen understood that he had no choice then. “Alright.”
Heaving a deep sigh, he stepped outside and called Mick.
When Mick entered, Stephen said, “I’ve done all I could.”
It was obvious what Stephen meant, and Mick was left staring at him with beady eyes. “Would she have lived, if I’d
agreed to the surgery sooner…?”
Stephen hung his head but said nothing-that was exactly the case.
Yvaine’s headache had happened for a while, but it was Mick’s inability to find the resolve to remove the inhibitor
chip that led to this tragedy.
Irene was right about one thing: he had saved Yvaine, but he had also killed her.
Mick sighed and walked to the surgical table, and shuddered at the sight of Yvaine’s lifeless body.
He dropped to his knees with a loud thud, grasping her hand as he sobbed, his shoulders shaking as he did so.
“Layla… It’s my fault. It’s all my fault… If only I’d agreed to the surgery sooner, this wouldn’t have happened… It’s
all my fault…”
Mick started to bang his head against the floor, but Stephen kept his eyes closed and did not stop him.
Soon, Mick’s tears and snot were covering his face. It was as if he had been pulled into another world of sorrow
beyond measure, and amid the overwhelming grief, he seemingly forgot that there were still people there with him,
or the impression he was leaving.
“What am I going to do without you…” He was choking back his tears, and even as he kissed her hand, his tears
pooled on the ground. “Piease, don’t leave me…”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven Irene turned away then, realizing that she could feel that Mick genuinely loved Yvaine. Perhaps his selfishness
and misguidedness was because he was so lost in love with her.
Taking off her surgical mask, she stepped out of the operating room and into the walkway, where she stood, staring
blankly into the air.
“Dr. Spencer?” a nurse asked as she approached her.
Coming to her senses, Irene turned toward the nurse. “Yes?”
“There’s a courier waiting for you at the front desk, saying that you have a parcel waiting.”
“Okay.” Irene nodded.
She headed to the front desk where the courier was waiting, and asked when she saw her, “Excuse me, are you
Irene Spencer?”
“Yes,” Irene replied.
“Here’s your parcel. Sign here please.”
Irene borrowed a pen from the front desk since she was still in her scrubs and she signed for the parcel.
However, her heart skipped a beat when she saw that the sender was Layla Gooding!
What could this be?!
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