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Chapter 434
James sighed and said feebly, "Everyone, please leave. 1
Given the circumstances, it was ideal to let him calm down right now.
As all the doctors filed out of the room, Stephen remained afraid to talk to Isaac, and so told James instead, "We really
shouldn't leave the body there. It needs to be sent to the morgue soon."
James certainly understood and agreed, or Isaac would never leave this room.
"I'll try my best," he told Stephen.
Stephen lowered his gaze. "Sorry for all the trouble."
James actually thought that this was what he was supposed to do anyway ... How was it any trouble?
Meanwhile, Isaac was standing alone in front of the surgical table after chasing everyone out.
Everything around him seemed to turn still, and it looked as if he was alone in the world!
Hours passed, and he never stepped out even though it was already nighttime.
Outside, James was beside himself with worry, but he did not dare to go in.
Stan arrived just then and asked, "How happened?"
James's eyes were beady even as he looked at his colleague and told him hoarsely that Irene was killed in an explosion,
which left Stan in disbelief.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How could this happen? I thought we were prepared? And what is Mr. Jefferson going to do now?"
James told him, "He's still inside after chasing everyone out. No one dares to go in and disturb him."
"This isn't going to work," Stan replied.
James knew that too, but was there any other way?
Sitting on the bench, Stan kept scratching his head for a while before groaning, "Well, what are we supposed to do
now?"
James actually had no idea what to do just then. "Sheryl and Tommy are fine, right?"
The thought would actually calm himself, and Stan quickly looked up when he was reminded of that. "I have an idea
now."
"What is it?" James asked.
"He still has family aside from Irene,” Stan told him.
James came to a realization right then. "Are you talking about Tommy?"
"Yes, Tommy is his son," Stan replied. "No matter how sad he is or how he is unable to get over Irene, can he really
abandon his own son?"
James actually thought that it made sense, but he had his concern regardless. "This is a hospital, though. And is it
really okay to bring a baby near dead people?"
"That's his mother," Stan pointed out. "Our main priority right now is to help Mr. Jefferson get over Irene's death."
It did make sense, so James said, "Alright. Let's do this."
"I'll bring Tommy over," Stan offered.
"Fine, you go do that," James replied. "I'll keep an eye on things here."
Stan hence left, and returned over an hour later with Tommy.
The baby had been given a fright and cried a lot after being kidnapped, and it took Sheryl a while to coax him to
sleep.
He eventually did, but it was still quite a while, and he was also sniffling from time to time as if he would wake up at
any moment.
"Now, you go in," Stan told James-he was still a little too scared to approach Isaac.
Moreover, he was always the best at hiding.
On the other hand, James really wanted Isaac to pull himself together. "I'll do it."
"I always knew we could count on you when it counts," Stan told him.
James shot him a vicious glare. "That's all because you're a rat, and I always have to take the fall whenever
something happens."
"The best are always busy," Stan retorted.
"Fuck off," James snapped, but took a deep breath and started to carry Tommy into the operating room.
However, he had barely reached the doorway when Isaac yelled, "Get out!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTommy was immediately woken up, and started bawling.
"Boo-hoo... Mah-mah..."
James had no choice but to leave. As he had zero experience with children, he simply rocked Tommy as he cooed, "It's
alright, you don't have to cry..."
"Boo-hoo..." Tommy kept crying, leaving James anxious the more he did.
Soon, James was sweating bullets, "Well, what now?"
"Mr. Jefferson definitely heard Tommy,” Stan replied. "But he's not coming out. Is he really abandoning Tommy because
of Irene?"
"Maybe it's just too hard to take," James said.
"Well, he was hurting too when Yvaine died, but not like this-"
"That's different," James cut Stan short. "To him, Yvaine was dead more than ten years ago, and any sentiment would
have faded. Even if we did find her again, how much sentiment could he have recovered after she died soon after? But
Irene is different, because she's the first woman he allowed into his heart."
James certainly broke it down with clarity and thoroughly, and Stan agreed since it made perfect sense.
Right now, the key was still for them to make Isaac pull himself together.
Still, Stan was very restless and he started to pace around the walkway." Tommy is bawling himself hoarse, but he still
isn't coming out to check. Isn't the boy his? Doesn't he care...?"
That was when James suddenly said determinedly, "I have an idea!"