The Runaway Groom
Chapter 388

Chapter 388

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

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

Irene understood most of it, but not about how Mick made the switchwithout the Jeffersons noticing!

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

Mick stumbled right then—he was certainly afraid to see his belovedhate 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 actuallythought so.

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

“What would you know?!” Mick screamed right then. “The Jeffersonswould have eaten her up and spit her out! Her life would've been worsehad 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 haddefinitely been murdered-if anything, Mick might be he reason YvaineLynd 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 coulddo it.

“He’s my husband. I can't.”

Mick chuckled. “Then I have no reason to let you leave this room withyour 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. Eventhough he had a lapse in judgment before, he was coherent now.

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

Stephen, however, did not agree to it. “Layla’s condition makes it clearthat 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 fornow. “Just say yes.”

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

“This isn't me being stubborn—it's about my position. Can I really keep ita secret forever even if I promised not to tell? How could I hidesomething like this from my own husband?”

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

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

“Mick...?"

Layla had returned with his drink, and Mick turned to replace that there wassomeone else with her!

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

“Isaac!”