The Runaway Groom
Chapter 388

Chapter 388

And right now, whatever it was in Layla’s brain must be extracted, or it would kill her.

Mick's intent to silence Irene was a clear sign of his guilt-that Layla was in fact Yvaine Lynd. He must have renamed her after himself, but was sentimental enough about her old name to use another name that meant “night'..

Irene understood most of it, but not about how Mick made the switch without the Jeffersons noticing!

Keeping herself calm, she stood off against Mick and retorted, “Even if I didn't say it, did you think you could hide your secret forever? You have two choices right now- the first is not to do anything about that thing in Layla’s mind, and keep her amnesiac even if it risks her life. The other is to extract it, though that means she would regain. her memories and you won't be able to lie your way out once she remembers. But I wonder—would she hate you more if she finds out that you killed her daughter—in- law? Unless you choose to do nothing, of course.”

Mick stumbled right then—he was certainly afraid to see his beloved hate himself.

Seeing that Mick was relenting, Stephen gave Irene a look to leave, while he walked up to stop Mick. “It was going to come apart eventually. Don't keep making this mistake.”

“You think this is a mistake?” Mick was shocked that Stephen actually thought so.

“Yes. It's not a mistake to love, but you denied a boy's right to his mother’s love. That's your mistake,” Irene voiced her thoughts right then—Mick was the reason Isaac had to live as an orphan for the most of his life.

“What would you know?!” Mick screamed right then. “The Jeffersons would have eaten her up and spit her out! Her life would've been worse had I not taken her with me! She would be dead if not for me!”

Irene actually could not argue against that, since Isaac's father had definitely been murdered-if anything, Mick might be he reason Yvaine Lynd was still alive.

“Swear not to tell Isaac Jefferson, and I'll spare you,” Mick said then. Although it was a concession on his part, there was no way Irene could do it.

“He’s my husband. I can't.”

Mick chuckled. “Then I have no reason to let you leave this room with your memory intact.”

Irene frowned.

However, even Stephen was glaring at her now—from his point of view, she could have walked away safely.

But now, it was out of his control-Mick knew what he wanted. Even though he had a lapse in judgment before, he was coherent now.

Mick turned toward Stephen then. “You helped me once, and you can help me again. I'm not telling you to help with murder—just make her forget everything that happened today.”

Stephen, however, did not agree to it. “Layla’s condition makes it clear that it can kill the patient. The same potentially applies to Irene too.”

“I don't care. I won't let her leave this room while remembering this!" Mick growled quietly.

Stephen turned toward Irene then, hoping that she would play along for now. “Just say yes.”

Irene pursed her lips but shook her head, leaving him seething. “How could you be so stubborn?”

“This isn't me being stubborn—it's about my position. Can I really keep it a secret forever even if I promised not to tell? How could I hide something like this from my own husband?” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Well, don't blame me for being nasty now..."

As he spoke, he shoved Stephen away and began storming toward Irene when the door suddenly opened.

“Mick...?"

Layla had returned with his drink, and Mick turned to find that there was someone else with her!

Irene saw him too, and knew right then that she was saved.

“Isaac!”

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