The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 398

“We’ve consulted specialists, but it’s true. The doctor operating on Yvaine Lynd inadvertently snipped a vital nerve.

Brain surgery always has its risks, and accidents tend to happen if it’s not the best of specialists. I’ve also made

queries, and there were six doctors and interns operating on her, including Stephen Carr and Irene. They are all

saying that…”

James’s voice trailed off without mentioning any names, but everyone understood.

“Maybe she was trying to save your mother,” Stan explained. “But craniotomy isn’t her specialty, and there was a

mishap…”

Meanwhile, Isaac was standing before the curtain wall, keeping his back to the both of them in silence.

Naturally, neither of them dared to speak further after that, and simply stood there in silence.

After a long while, Isaac said quietly, “Both of you can go.”

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James and Stan traded glances, and almost spoke at the same time, “Accidents can happen during surgery…”

“I said, you can go. Understand?” Isaac said, cutting them short.

“Yes, sir.” Both Stan and James left.

Irene quickly hid, and returned to the study after Stan and James left.

She then found Isaac resting a palm on the curtain wall, his head lowered and his back arched.

She had never seen him like that before-he was the proud and indomitable Isaac Jefferson.

He would never cringe like that, and yet he did.

He must be miserable-he had just found his mother, but she was gone again before they could acknowledge each

other.

Losing her twice must be exceedingly horrific for him, and yet, she could not go to his side to comfort him now.

After all, she was the one who killed his mother-it would hurt him more to see her, would he not?

She gently closed the door to the study and returned to her bedroom, still barefooted.

It clearly was not cold, but she felt that way anyway.

She sat on the bed for the entire night, and Isaac never returned even as dawn breaks.

After taking a shower and getting changed, Irene put on some makeup to hide her pale, exhausted face and

swollen eyes.

When she headed out of the room, Isaac had already left the house.

Mrs. Watson told her that he left before daylight arrived, and Irene had the feeling that he had gone to Melville

Hospital.

Unsurprisingly, she found him when she arrived, arguing with Mick.

Mick wanted to bury Yvaine himself so that when he died, he could be buried at her side.

Naturally, there was no way Isaac would allow that.

Irene walked up to them, and seeing that Mick was not giving in at all, said, “She wants to be buried as Yvaine Lynd,

not as Layla Gooding.”

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“She told you that?” Mick asked, referring to the letter.

“Yes,” Irene replied.

Mick appeared deflated right then, stumbling backward and leaning against the wall. “S-She’s going back. to

Andrew…”

With that settled, Isaac himself went into the morgue to wheel Yvaine’s body out.

Irene was about to go to him when he looked up and asked, “She told you?”

His tone was unfathomable, and Irene flinched on reflex when she met his eyes.

Even so, she rasped, “Yes. She told me that before the surgery.”

She was indirectly telling him that she was the one who operated on his mother, and Isaac stared at her for

seconds before brushing past her without a word.

James approached her just then. “You should take the day off. Mr. Jefferson needs-”

“I have work to do,” Irene retorted.

James was left frowning, suddenly finding her cold and indifferent.

“If you still care about Mr. Jefferson and your relationship with him, you should talk to him,” he said, his tone turning

cold.

Irene held his gaze, her hands clenching at her sides but remaining stoic. “Would that change anything?”

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