The Runaway Groom

Chapter 390

“How did you know?”

That question had been nagging Isaac for a while.

Irene explained, “I saw Layla Gooding’s photo on your desk, and she looked just like Stephen Carr’s photo of a special patient. Luckily, I have Stephen’s trust, and I managed to make contact with her. My guess was that you’re investigating her, so I wanted to help you and find out what’s her deal.”

Isaac’s gaze softened right then.

She had insisted on coming to the hospital to investigate Layla-she was helping him in secret without. him knowing.

Reaching out to take her dainty hand in his, he gave it a squeeze and said, “Thank you.”

He had actually misunderstood that she was so obsessed with work she could ignore Tommy’s illness- but it was not entirely the case.

Irene smiled. “We’re married-you don’t have to thank me. Also, there’s not much to worry about, since your mother’s memories would return once that thing in her brain is taken out. She’ll definitely remember you… also, I was going to tell you tonight after I got to the bottom of this tonight. I didn’t expect to come instead.”

James suddenly turned and asked, “So, Mick Gooding was the one who put that thing in Yvaine’s brain?”

Irene nodded. “He and Stephen are good friends, and Stephen was the one who operated on her. The reason Mick returned to the country with Isaac’s mother is because she was getting frequent headaches, and not even medication can help now. It might even kill her at any moment…”

“Kill her?!” James stiffened and turned toward Isaac. “Sir…”

Isaac was not reacting much, but he was squeezing Irene’s hand, and she could sense his anxiety. Before she could speak, James said, “Sir, isn’t it likely that Mick Gooding would stop your mother from getting a surgery, just to stop her from remembering?”

her, and wouldn’t risk her life just to stop her from remembering. From what I can tell, he’s

about it for a while. “Does that mean everything would come to light once she regains her memories after the

Irene nodded. “Yes.”

the pseudonym Mick

Irene replied, but that was just a hunch given

a call

still muddle-headed, so she told him without thinking

door in her pajamas… to find Ricky, standing there. with what appeared to

thought she was seeing things, and rubbed her eyes to find

for good measure, even pinching

was

“Ricky, what…”

come, so

for a while. “I was

shrugged. “Wasn’t a

rushed here immediately, Lulu stood aside.

Ricky said.

down at the table with him, and said,

I bought it because I

was once

as a joke, but Ricky was