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Chapter 443
Stephen almost lost his footing the instant he saw Isaac inside the office.
What was he doing here?!
Pulling the doctor aside, he asked softly, "When did he get here?"
"Just now," the doctor replied. "He chased everyone out the instant he arrived. I think he's gathering Dr. Spencer's
belongings."
Carr became flustered-Irene repeatedly emphasized the importance that he gathered her belongings.
What was he supposed to do now?
"Is there something wrong, Dr. Carr?" The doctor noticed the look on his face.
Stephen quickly shook his head. "It's nothing. Also, all of you should go about your business instead of standing
around.
The doctors dispersed, while Stephen, feeling too guilty to talk to Isaac, turned to leave as well.
He would never dare.
A quietness loomed amid the rows of desks in the office, and Isaac was the only one seated there, at Irene's seat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere were stacks of books, research papers, patient medical histories, and various receipts on the table.
Only one photo frame stood on top along with those stacks: a simple doodle of Tommy by Irene herself.
In the doodle, the baby was grinning broadly, which revealed his two little baby teeth while he drooled out the
corner of his mouth. His little eyes were spirited and were curling into crescents from his grin, even sparkling like
stars.
Isaac picked up the photo frame and studied it—it was well drawn, and obvious that Irene put her heart in it.
A doctor who painted, and was good at it.
She wielded a scalpel, but was also a master of the piano.
Her slim figure as she went into the rhythm of a dance was mesmerizing.
That was the woman who suddenly came into her life without a warning, stealing his heart... only to leave him in
such a terrible fashion.
Isaac would have been convinced that it was all just a dream if not for Tommy.
Thud!
A pen suddenly rolled off the desk and dropped to the floor.
Isaac reached down for it when he saw another drawer and pulled it.
Inside was the notebook Stephen gave Irene, aligned with an envelope.
Who still sent written letters in this day and age? And to her, no less?
Putting away the pen, he picked up the letter, his fingers hovering over it for a while before quickly opening it, even
as he wondered if Irene kept other secrets from him.
The thought seemed to hasten him, and he started reading.
Dear Irene,
I got your name from Stephen, and I hope you wouldn't mind.
I thought long and hard before writing to you, and I have so much to say but don't know where to start.
I was so surprised to find out that you're Isaac's wife. I never knew that he was married!
Anyway, I should get to the point.
I regained all my memories after my second surgery.
Even so, I never exposed Mick, and feigned ignorance as I stayed with him.
That meant abandoning my own son, which made me a failure of a mother.
The fact that I never went looking for Isaac after I recovered means I've done an injustice to Isaac and Andrew.
But I'm only human, and I fell for Mick as I lived with him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMy change of heart made me afraid to confront the past, let alone face my own son.
That is why I'm writing to you-to ask you to take care of him.
The Jefferson family lacks warmth, and the years he lived until now must have been difficult.
But if he was denied that in the first half of his life, I wish you'll give him a family for the remainder.
I could see that you are as kind as you are affectionate, and I would have no worries if you're the one caring for
him.
I know that the next surgery poses a serious risk, and I have no idea if I could survive it.
Naturally, this shall become my will if the worst happens.
Also, the ring-it's the one Andrew bought me when I married him.
I've always wanted my daughter-in-law to have it, but did not expect to pass it to you under these circumstances.
Also, please keep this letter a secret. I would rather Isaac not know I turned my back on him and his father.
I would rather he believed that I was with Mick because I lost my memory.
If I die on the surgical table and Isaac goes after Mick, please intervene.
I owe Mick that much.
A life for a life.
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