The Runaway Groom By Hauling Treasures Chapter 397


    Chapter 397


    Stephen heaved a soft sigh and nced at Mick, who clearly did not care about appearances now.


    “You heard? Honestly, he really is embarrassing himself in front of youngsters now…”


    Irene gave noment-she would not be here at all if not for Yvaine’s letter.


    She said, “I’ll take the fall.”


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    Stephen did a double take-she changed her mind already?


    He could barely keep up!


    “W-What was that?” he asked in slight disbelief.


    “I said, I’ll take the fall-”


    “You don’t have to. My selfishness killed her, and I don’t want to live now that she’s gone. You don’t


    have to sacrifice yourself to protect me…”


    Mick wobbled even as he rose to his feet and tried to carry Yvaine, but Irene said, “She remembered.”


    Mick froze, and turned around after a while. “W-What did you say?”


    Stephen was looking at Irene in shock too. “How did you find out?”


    “She wrote me a letter, addressing it here since she doesn’t know where I live. I just read it-”


    “What did she say?” Mick cried as he suddenly jumped toward Irene and grabbed her by the


    shoulders.” Tell me tell me right now! What did she say?!”


    “She wants me to keep it a secret. I can’t tell you.”


    “Where is it?” Mick was not about to give up. “You don’t want to tell me? Fine, just give it to me right


    now!”


    “I can’t give it to you either.”


    Irene’s tone and expression was aloof, and she brushed Mick’s hand off and left in silence.


    Mick was about to keep bugging her, but Stephen stopped him.


    “I know Irene. She’s not going to give you anything since she refused to, and there’s even less of a


    chance since Yvaine has asked her to keep it a secret. Don’t make things hard for her-didn’t Irene just


    say that Yvaine would be sad if you died? I’m sure that was Yvaine, so you have to pull yourself


    together, or she won’t rest in peace. Live-for her.”


    Mick turned toward Stephen. “She would be sad if I died?”


    “Yes,” Stephen assured him. “You’ve been living together for more than a decade. Even if she


    remembers, she would still have feelings for you after spending so much time with you.”


    Mick repeated as if possessed. “She would be sad if I died…”


    “Yes, that’s why you have to live,” Stephen said.


    After leaving the operating room, Irene sat on a bench in the garden outside of the hospital until sunset,


    and the streetlights lit up.


    Suddenly, a huge shadow shrouded her, and she slowly looked up to find a familiar face.


    “I’m sorry, Isaac…” she rasped.


    Isaac remained serene. “It wasn’t you, right?”


    Irene’s throat was parched even as her lips parted. “I-I…”


    “Come on. We’re going home.”


    However, Irene had been sitting for so long that her legs turned numb, and dropped on the bench


    again. when she tried to stand.


    Isaac scooped her up in his arms, and she buried her face against his chest as crystalline tears trickled


    from the corner of her eyes.


    Neither of them spoke as they headed home, but Irene could not stop herself from shedding tears.


    Even so, she did not dare to make a sound, and curled her lower lip, biting down on it even as Isaac


    kept his hands around her.


    Her voice was hoarse from crying, with her nostrils stuffy and her eyes swelling. She was so exhausted


    that she dozed off, but was awake enough to hear the faint sound of a door closing, and was jolted


    awake.


    She opened her eyes and saw that Isaac just left their bedroom, and she got out of bed.


    She was still in her day clothes, which were now wrinkled unseemly. Tiptoeing to the door barefooted,


    she opened it to find James Cross and Stan Hill outside, following Isaac into his study.


    She headed over, where the door was left ajar with a narrow slit, and she gingerly moved closer when


    she heard James speak.