The Runaway Groom Chapter 388


    Chapter 388


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


    Mick’s intent to silence Irene was a clear sign of his guilt–that La 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 La’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 toe 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 ring 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 apse 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. “La’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 y 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?”


    “Well, don’t me me for being nasty now…”


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


    opened.


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    “Mick…?”


    La 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!”