Maeve held on to a sliver of hope, her fingers trembling as she reached under Jaylen''s nose.


    Jaylen was no longer breathing. He really passed away.


    Jaylen who told her in the morning that he was going to see theke scenery was now in her arms, having lost all his warmth.


    "You''re lying. You didn''t even drink the coffee..." Repressed sobs rang out in the small parlor and gradually turned into heartbroken wailing. The drops of coffee spilled on the corner of the table fell even faster. Only the coffee at Jaylen''s feet seemed to have be still.


    The miracle doctor ultimately failed to drink the cup of coffee brewed by his sweetheart.


    In the Greenhaven Hospital.


    The people of Chatterly family rushed here overnight after receiving the notification. They confirmed from the doctor that Jaylen was dead. Mrs. Chatterly was so sad that she almost fainted.


    Others surrounded Maeve and questioned her about how Jaylen could have died while on a perfectly normal trip.


    "I''m sorry." Maeve bowed to them and in a hoarse voice exined to them everything that had happenedst night and the fact that Jaylen had been ill for a long time.


    The Chatterly family did not believe it at all. The doctor said that Jaylen died of illness, but he was still healthy on Charles''s birthday bash not long ago!


    Betty, who had lost her beloved son and was out of her mind, grabbed Maeve by the shoulders and questioned her if there was something hidden.


    Maeve endured the pain in her shoulder and did not dodge. The corners of her eyes were wet and red as she silently epted the anger and usations of the Chatterly family. "Jaylen''s assistant is here. If you have any questions, feel free to ask him." A deep and cold voice came from behind Maeve.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    She turned around in a daze and saw Byron walking over with Archer and Daryl.


    He was still wearing sunsses and walked a little slower. He did not let anyone help him and walked steadily and urately to Maeve.


    "Maeve,e to me," Byron stopped and said in a deep voice.


    He did not say anything unnecessary, but Maeve understood what he meant-don''t be afraid, leave it to him.


    Maeve''s eyes stung. He quickly walked behind Byron and held his sleeve tightly.


    Daryl sobbed and told Chatterly family about Jaylen''s long illness. The reason why he hid it from his family was because he did not want to see them sad and sympathize with him.


    Also, if it wasn''t for Maeve''s persuasion, he had originally nned to find a random ce to die quietly and not even see his family for thest time.


    He never seemed to have a sense of belonging to Chatterly family.


    It was probably because he had been learning medicine from Rudolf since he was young.


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    Betty felt as if a knife was being twisted in her heart. She clutched her chest and could not say a word.


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    "I understand." After a long while, Betty seemed to have calmed down. However, she looked at Maeve with anger in her eyes. "Ms. Reese, thank you for informing us toe over. We are going to bury Jaylen in Kleymond. Please... don''t appear for the time being." She knew that her son''s death had nothing to do with Maeve, but she needed an outlet to vent her sadness.


    A trace of hurt appeared in Maeve''s eyes. She did not say anything and tacitly agreed to Mrs. Chatterly''s request.


    After the Chatterly family left, Daryl followed them.


    Only Maeve and Byron were left in the corridor.


    Byron held Maeve''s cold hand and frowned. Just as he was about to ask her why her hands were so cold, he suddenly heard suppressed sobs behind him.


    He paused for a moment and turned his body slightly to pull Maeve into his arms. He ced his palm on the back of her head and rubbed it gently as usual.


    "Jaylen died because of me." Maeve''s throat tightened and her words were halting. "If I hadn''t invited him to the celebration banquet with me, he wouldn''t have encountered food poisoning, and he wouldn''t have worn himself out by saving people. He could have lived for a long time, a year, two years, or even longer. It''s all because of me. He hasn''t even seen theke scenery of Greenhaven, and he will never see it again."


    "Byron, I''m the one who killed him. I''m the murderer..." Maeve buried her face in his chest, her tears leaving trails on it, cold and wet.


    Byron''s throat tightened slightly, and the frustration in his chest reached its peak in an instant.


    If he could see it now, he wouldn''t need to guess what expression she was using to say these words.


    He wouldn''t even feel restrained if he wanted tofort her.


    Byron suppressed the anger in his heart and slowly let go of Maeve. He lowered his head and asked her, "Do you really think SO?"


    Maeve sobbed and did not answer.


    That was what she thought in her heart. ''If I hadn''t invited Jaylen, at least he wouldn''t have died tonight. He was supposed to be resting in his hotel room today. That was why he came over to see my exhibition.''


    "From a rational point of view, even without tonight''s ident, Jaylen will not live for more than a year. This is the conclusion of the medical team. Even if he can live for a year, he has to be apanied by an intubation device every day. He can''t go anywhere while lying on the hospital bed," Byron said. Maeve''s misty eyes were filled with shock. "How did this happen?"


    Maeve couldn''t say any words but thought in her heart, ''With his body intubated, he could only lie on the hospital bed every day... This was a form of torture for anyone. It was a torture worse than death.


    "This is the price to pay for fighting against the heavens." Byron''s voice was calm and rational. "Although he epted my help, he did not really care about it. Otherwise, he would not have followed you to Greenhaven at this juncture. Maeve, I''m not trying tofort you. I just want you to think about it carefully. Would a person like him, who does things


    uninhibitedly, be willing to live like a walking corpse in the ward or die a carefree death?"


    Maeve''s mind was in a mess. "I don''t know. I don''t want to think about this..."


    Byron''s tone became heavier. "Maeve, don''t run away."


    Maeve Reese sped his wrist tightly with her fingertips and closed her eyes.


    She recalled that since returning to the country, Jaylen had coughed up blood, fallen into aa, and been hospitalized many times. Despite his ailing body, he had been researching the antidote for the mutant variant of Xasia for her.


    All kinds of signs had already shown that he didn''t care about his own life and didn''t mind when it would be taken away by fate.


    Also... Sinceing to Greenhaven, he had offered to be her temporary assistant and had followed her everywhere.


    So it turned out that everything had left traces long ago.


    ''He was Dr. Chatterly, the miracle doctor who treated patients and saved lives ording to his mood, a solitary yet unrestrained person who wasn''t bound by anything. How could he possibly be willing to lie there and wait for death?"


    "But he died right in front of me." Maeve still couldn''t bear this fact. She grabbed Byron''spels and cried so hard that she was gasping for breath. "Byron, he died in my arms, do you understand? One moment he was saving so many people, and the next second he was..." Byron was used to experiencing life and death. Apart from Maeve and Will, there really wasn''t anyone else who could tug at his heartstrings.


    Especially since Maeve had some kind of special feelings for Jaylen. It was already good enough that Byron didn''t stab him a few more times to make sure he was really dead. How could one expect him to feel any pity?


    Moreover, if it weren''t for Maeve, he probably wouldn''t even have given the Chatterly family a single nce, let alone bring Daryl here in person to clear up their doubts.


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