Love Command: Darling, Do You Yield?-Chapter 155 - 156: I Don’t Want to Live Anymore 1

Brandan looked at his mother’s expression and gently furrowed his brow.

What was she trying to ask him just now?

However, Lady Hyde’s current condition made him hesitant to ask more.

The anesthesia hadn’t worn off yet, Iris Harris was still in a coma, and this time vomiting blood seemed to have made her even more frail. Lying on the hospital bed, one could hardly feel her breathing.

When Brandan walked in, he saw Lady Hyde sitting by the bed, holding Iris’s hand. In the sunlight, her eyes were full of tears. Her tears fell drop by drop, wetting the back of her hand.

Her sorrow was so evident that Brandan almost didn’t dare to make a sound.

Within her grief, there was an undercurrent of guilt.

He knew his mother had liked Iris since she was young and had always wanted to match them together, but what did any of this have to do with her?

No matter how many mistakes were made, they couldn’t be blamed on her...

Upon hearing the commotion, Lady Hyde slowly turned her head and looked at her son, softly calling his name, "Brandan."

Brandan walked over, stood behind Lady Hyde, and said softly, "I found her in the waiting room of the high-speed train station. But she wouldn’t come back with me. I didn’t lay a hand on her... At this point, how could I possibly harm her anymore?"

Lady Hyde covered her mouth, sobbing quietly, "What will happen to Iris... after this..."

Brandan clenched his fingers slightly and lowered his voice, "I can save her."

Their bone marrow was a match.

Once Iris had saved him, and now he could save her in return.

Perhaps it was the only mercy the heavens left him, finally giving him one last chance to make amends after turning back.

Lady Hyde looked at Brandan, "You can find a bone marrow match for Iris?"

Brandan furrowed his brow slightly, "Mom, have you forgotten? Iris and I have matching bone marrow."

Lady Hyde stared blankly at him for a moment before murmuring, "Brandan, didn’t the doctor tell you? You just finished chemotherapy, and your leukocytes are unstable, so you can’t donate to Iris."

He was still in the early stages of recovery, with the risk of relapse, so how could it be his turn to save anyone?

Brandan’s eyes widened slightly, surprise and disbelief etched across his face. The next second, he turned sharply and headed for the door.

"Brandan!"

Lady Hyde hurried after him, watching as Brandan made his way towards the office of his former attending physician.

Brandan walked quickly, feeling a twinge of despair deep within him. Never again would there be such a feeling of despair in this world—as if someone drowning had finally managed to cling to a piece of driftwood, only to have it forcibly pulled away!

He couldn’t help but wonder, would the heavens not give him a chance to rectify his mistakes? Was this his punishment? To have harmed the person he loved most with his own hands, and then watch helplessly as she died?

But it shouldn’t be... right?

What did Iris do wrong, he couldn’t help but ask himself again, what did Iris do wrong? Why did she deserve this kind of punishment?

Such things are unbearable to ponder.

Every time he thought about it, it was like a steel blade slowly slicing through his heart.

He had killed her with his own hands.

If she truly died, it would be because he had killed her.

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Coming out of the attending physician’s office, Brandan’s expression was somewhat defeated.

His leukemia had only been cured a little over three months ago, and he was still in the recovery phase, unable to undergo leukocyte donation surgery.