The Runaway Groom

Chapter 388

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

Mick’s intent to silence Irene was a clear sign of his guilt–that Layla 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 Layla’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 to come apart eventually. Don’t keep making this mistake.”

“You think this is a mistake?” Mick was shocked that Stephen actually thought so.

That’s your mistake,” Irene voiced her

up and spit her out! Her life would’ve been worse had I not taken her with me! She would be dead

against that, since Isaac’s father had definitely been murdered–if anything,

tell Isaac Jefferson, and I’ll spare you,” Mick

was a concession on his part, there was no way Irene could do

my husband. I

I have no reason to let you leave this

Irene frowned.

even Stephen was glaring at her now–from his point of view, she could have

it was out of his control–Mick knew what he wanted. Even

toward Stephen then. “You helped me once, and you can help me again. I’m not telling

did not agree to it. “Layla’s condition makes it clear that it can kill the

her leave

turned toward Irene then, hoping that she would play along