The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392

“Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

Irene hesitated for a moment, but walked up to Isaac anyway, only for him to reach out and pull her toward himself, firmly holding her in his arms.

Irene’s hands pushed against his chest to keep them apart. Blushing, she whispered, “W-What are you doing?”

“Just telling you why I was laughing.”

He then leaned down to breathe flirtily into her ear, “My wit passed into you when we did it, don’t you think?”

Irene flushed.

How shameless could he be?!

She shot him a glare in embarrassment. “You’re so… vulgar!”

Isaac chuckled. “Vulgar? Who cares, when I’m with you? We certainly wouldn’t have had Tommy if we cared.”

Irene was left speechless-where did his usual noble loftiness go? He was just a common scoundrel now! Worried that he would keep going, she said, “Anyway, we should get an expert soon.”

“Yeah. I’ll go make a call.”

Isaac just wanted a moment of respite with her to ease his mind anyway, since flirting with Irene relaxed him.

However, there was no running away from reality.

Irene took the moment to check on Tommy, who, despite his lethargy, kept calling out, “Mah-mah, mah- mah…”

She picked him up and gave him a peck on the cheek, while the baby leaned against her limply, too tired. after his fever to flail around like he usually did.

“Stick to milk for now,” Irene told Mrs. Watson just then-a fever would hamper appetite, so they should stick to milk and water for the time being.

“Yes, the doctor said as much,” Mrs. Watson replied.

Isaac then arrived after finishing his phone call. “We can go now.”

As such, Irene had to leave Tommy with Mrs. Watson, but she said, “Don’t worry-just do what you have to. I’ll take good care of Tommy.”

Irene nodded, then left with Isaac.

They headed to Central Hospital to meet the expert Zachary introduced, and the man himself was already waiting at the entrance when they arrived.

“Could you tell what it is? It hampered the patient’s memory,” Irene said.

“It’s almost certainly going to hamper her memory since it’s positioned at the hippocampus,” Dr. Trent replied. “My observation is that it’s an inhibitor chip, but anything of the like is said to still be in development, be it domestic or foreign, Not many patients would have it implanted too… May I meet this patient?”

Such a case was rare, and Dr. Trent was certainly eager to take Layla’s case for his research and studies.

“Would a surgery at this stage be risky?” Irene asked instead-she was not well-versed in neurology, and therefore needed to learn the risks involved in a surgery.

“Well, judging from the imaging, it is dropping further down her temporal lobe. That would cause headaches and probably kill her soon if she doesn’t undergo any surgery anyway.”

That was a specialist for you-getting to the point straightaway.

“What are the chances of success for a surgery?” Irene asked, since Stephen Carr was not a specialist.. There was every chance he could have mispositioned the inhibitor chip, and he had already performed at follow-up surgery on Layla.

A specialist would have placed the chip squarely in the right spot with no chance of it being dislocated later. However, Mick Gooding was so worried that others would find out that he picked Stephen because the latter was a friend, even though he was making a cardiologist perform neurosurgery.

“That would have to wait until I see the patient,” Dr. Trent replied, clearly not taking any chances by saying. anything definitive.

“Thank you,” Irene said, and left the hospital.

It was only after they left Dr. Trent’s office when Zacahary finally asked, “Who’s the patient? Is she someone special?”