The Heir's Secret Bride

Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE He did not say anything unnecessary, but Maeve understood what he meant-don't be afraid, leave it to him. Maeve's eyes stung. He quickly walked behind Byron and held his sleeve tightly.

Daryl sobbed and told Chatterly family about Jaylen's long illness. The reason why he hid it from his family was because he did not want to see them sad and sympathize with him.

Also, if it wasn't for Maeve's persuasion, he had originally planned to find a random place to die quietly and not even see his family for the last time.

He never seemed to have a sense of belonging to Chatterly family.

It was probably because he had been learning medicine from Rudolf since he was young.

Betty felt as if a knife was being twisted in her heart. She clutched her chest and could not say a word.

"I understand." After a long while, Betty seemed to have calmed down. However, she looked at Maeve with anger in her eyes. "Ms. Reese, thank you for informing us to cover. We are going to bury Jaylen in Kleymond. Please... don't appear for the tbeing." She knew that her son's death had nothing to do with Maeve, but she needed an outlet to vent her sadness.

A trace of hurt appeared in Maeve's eyes. She did not say anything and tacitly agreed to Mrs. Chatterly's request.

After the Chatterly family left, Daryl followed them.

Only Maeve and Byron were left in the corridor.

Byron held Maeve's cold hand and frowned. Just as he was about to ask her why her hands were so cold, he suddenly heard suppressed sobs behind him.

He paused for a moment and turned his body slightly to pull Maeve into his arms. He placed his palm on the back of her head and rubbed it gently as usual.

"Jaylen died because of me." Maeve's throat tightened and her words were halting. "If I hadn't invited him to the celebration banquet with me, he wouldn't have encountered food poisoning, and he wouldn't have worn himself out by saving people. He could have lived for a long time, a year, two years, or even longer. It's all because of me. He hasn't even seen the lake scenery of Greenhaven, and he will never see it again." "Byron, I'm the one who killed him. I'm the murderer..." Maeve buried her face in his chest, her tears leaving trails on it, cold and wet.

Byron's throat tightened slightly, and the frustration in his chest reached its peak in an instant.

If he could see it now, he wouldn't need to guess what expression she was using to say these words.

He wouldn't even feel restrained if he wanted to comfort her.

Byron suppressed the anger in his heart and slowly let go of Maeve. He lowered his head and asked her, "Do you really think SO?" Maeve sobbed and did not answer.

That was what she thought in her heart. 'If I hadn't invited Jaylen, at least he wouldn't have died tonight. He was supposed to be resting in his hotel room today. That was why he cover to see my exhibition.' "From a rational point of view, even without tonight's accident, Jaylen will not live for more than a year. This is the conclusion of the medical team. Even if he can live for a year, he has to be accompanied by an intubation device every day. He can't go anywhere while lying on the hospital bed," Byron said. Maeve's misty eyes were filled with shock. "How did this happen?" Maeve couldn't say any words but thought in her heart, 'With his body intubated, he could only lie on the hospital bed every day... This was a form of torture for anyone. It was a torture worse than death.

"This is the price to pay for fighting against the heavens." Byron's voice Ο' was calm and rational. "Although he I accepted my help, he did not really care about it. Otherwise, he would not have followed you to Greenhaven at this juncture. Maeve, I'm not trying to comfort you. I just want you to think about it carefully. Would a person like him, who does things uninhibitedly, be willing to live like a walking corpse in the ward or die a carefree death?" Maeve's mind was in a mess. "I don't know. I don't want to think about this..." Byron's tone becheavier. "Maeve, don't run away." Maeve Reese clasped his wrist tightly with her fingertips and closed her eyes.

She recalled that since returning to the country, Jaylen had coughed up blood, fallen into a coma, and been hospitalized many times. Despite his ailing body, he had been researching the antidote for the mutant variant of Xasia for her. All kinds of signs had already shown that he didn't care about his own life and didn't mind when it would be taken away by fate.

Also... Since coming to Greenhaven, he had offered to be her temporary assistant and had followed her everywhere.

So it turned out that everything had left traces long ago.

'He was Dr. Chatterly, the miracle doctor who treated patients and saved lives according to his mood, a solitary yet unrestrained person who wasn't bound by anything. How could he possibly be willing to lie there and wait for death?"

"But he died right in front of me." Maeve still couldn't bear this fact. She grabbed Byron's lapels and cried so hard that she was gasping fam breath. Byron, he died in my arms, do you understand? One moment he was saving so many people, and the next second he was..." Byron was used to experiencing life and death. Apart from Maeve and Will, there really wasn't anyone else who could tug at his heartstrings. Especially since Maeve had skind of special feelings for Jaylen. It was already good enough that Byron didn't stab him a few more times to make sure he was really dead. How could one expect him to feel any pity? Moreover, if it weren't for Maeve, he probably wouldn't even have given the Chatterly family a single glance, let alone bring Daryl here in person to clear up their doubts.