The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396

What could Layla have sent her?

Irene was unusually nervous, and curious to find out as soon as possible, she took the parcel to her office, sat down, and opened it.

There was a letter and a red velvet box within, and Irene’s hand paused for a moment instead of taking everything out immediately.

The thought that Layla was gone, and that these were her relics left her tearing up-not because of Layla herself, but because of Isaac.

He had just found her, but she was taken away soon after.

Tragedy and blessing happened with such quick succession that the gods must be mocking him.

In fact, no one could prepare for something like this!

Irene inhaled deeply several times to calm herself before opening the red velvet box, and saw that it contained a simple ring, but the yellow diamond embedded on it was dazzling.

She did not know much about jewelry, but could tell that it is worth a lot given the size and color.

She closed the box and returned it inside the parcel box, and eventually picked up the letter, tearing it open after a brief hesitation. She then read the letter which was penned with lines of beautiful handwriting

And then her face fell, with a look of bewilderment and helplessness.

[Lastly, I wish that you can keep this secret for me. Don’t tell anyone-least of all Isaac.]

[Yvaine Lynd]

Back at the operating room, Stephen had a hand on Mick’s shoulder. “Calm down. She’s gone now-you can’t bring her back.”

Mick was sitting limply on the floor, looking up at Stephen as he rasped, “I don’t want to live.”

“Do you really have to go that far?” Stephen sighed again-he was trying to help Mick, but the latter had clearly given up, so he gave up as well and started to leave. “Fine. I have no choice since you don’t want to live, but her body must be sent to the morgue.”

“No, stop!” Mick threw himself on top of Yvaine’s body as if possessed. “Maybe she’ll live again… Just like the last time!”

Looking Stpehen in the eye then, he said, “Transplant my heart into her. You’re a cardiologist-you can save her, right?”

Stephen almost shouted at him if he had lost his mind-she was dead, and there was nothing that could be done!

“Please, try again.” Mick groveled, tugging at Stephen’s sleeve. “You’re my best friend. Please, help me again.”

Stephen was speechless, but he had done everything he could. “Mick, you really have to stop-she would be sad if you died. Live, so that she can rest in peace.”

That was when he noticed Irene standing at the doorway, and he almost jumped. “When did you get here?”

Irene’s eyes were red and swelling, seemingly because she had been crying. “A while ago. I heard everything.”