Layla saw the stunned expression on Irene's face."Is everything alright?" She peeked at the CT scan as she spoke, but she did not understand what she was looking at.As a doctor, however, Irene did—there was a distinct nail-sized object in Layla's hippocampus. Irene could tell from both position and the imaging that it was no tumor.Irene then asked, "What are your headaches like? Do they last for a while, or are they just short episodes on each occasion?"Layla thought about it. "I don't know… I think it just happens whenever I try to remember, but I tend not to remember anything, and my head will hurt briefly if I try to focus too hard. There are occasions when it lasts, especially recently—not even medication helps."Irene seemed to realize something then, and after another glance at the CT imaging, she said, "Let's go back now."Layla nodded, but asked again, "I thought you look a little serious just now. Did my condition deteriorate?" Irene shook her head. "No, you don'
Irene turned toward the door to find Mick glaring at her with crimson eyes—Layla, who was standing beside him, was stunned by his reaction too."Mick…"Layla put an arm around Mick's, and he suddenly realized that he was overagitated—Layla was still with him.However, Irene could see that he was panicking. Why? What was he trying to hide?Layla asked mildly, "What got you upset, Mick?""No, I just misheard," Mick quickly tried to assure her. "Did I scare you?"Layla shook her head. "I'm fine, but you don't look too good.""I'm just thirsty. Could you get me something?" Mick said."Okay," Layla replied.Having diverted her away with ease, Mick turned to level a vicious glare at Irene. "You're Isaac Jefferson's wife?"Irene took a step back, and kept a hand on Stephen's desk to keep her balance. "Yes."Mick narrowed his eyes and started to approach her, but Stephen quickly stepped in between them. "Calm down, Mick."Mick simply shoved him away. "You did this on purpose, did
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 the
Mick started to panic right then—why was Isaac showing up here, and with Layla at that? Seizing the moment as Mick let his guard down, Irene rushed to Isaac's side and told him quietly, "That woman is Yvaine Lynd."She knew that she just had to say her name, and Isaac would understand.Isaac lowered his gaze at her, surprised that she would say something like that.She knew that he was investigating Layla?However, now was not the time for the questions—he was here because James Cross had tracked Layla to this hospital. After running into her on the walkway, they followed her here.On the other hand, Mick was paranoid that Isaac had come to take Layla away, and kept her behind his back while glaring at Isaac warily. "What do you want?"Irene was just about to speak when Isaac raised a hand to stop her, while gesturing for James to pass the DNA test results from before to Mick."What's this?" Mick was clearly reluctant to take it, let alone look.James shoved it at him again,
"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
Mrs. Watson said, "I don't know—it's from a courier, and I didn't open it."On the other hand, out of curiosity, Irene picked up the invitation and opened it…Only to find Zachary Slate's name on it.Her eyes widened. "Zachary is getting married already?"She then checked the bride's name and saw that it was 'Ember Lindt'. Was that the woman who got into bed with Zachary? Irene's face fell at the very thought. How many days had it been since Zachary broke up with Lulu? And he was getting married already?How terrible would Lulu feel if she were to find out?She heaved a sigh.Isaac walked up to her then and read the invitation but did not comment. He and Zachary were close, but he would not ask about Zachary's private affairs, and would rather Irene did not either."He's an adult. He knows what he's doing—you don't have to worry about him."Despite understanding that, Irene said, "Yes, it's Zachary's marriage and his choice. No one can interfere… but I just feel bad for
"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,
Zachary had been busy for a while—he was bogged down by everything from family issues and relationship troubles to workplace problems.He had not met Isaac for a while, and so did not know about Layla.Irene glanced at Isaac, and knowing that he would not offer information on his personal affairs, she spoke in his stead. "She's Isaac's mother.""What?!" Zachary exclaimed.He stopped short of mouthing an expletive, but that was just how shocking it was—anyone would be when they find out that someone who was supposed to have died over a decade ago had survived.Irene said, "That's just it. We still don't know how she survived, and what happened after."It took Zachary a while to digest the information—it was simply unbelievable! Still, he suddenly asked, "Is this why you've spared Ian Jefferson and Light Group?"Even though he was not paying attention to Isaac's affairs lately, he was perfectly aware that Isaac was the one who sabotaged Light Group. After all, he was involved