Chapter 394

Irene forced herself to stay calm. "I'll resuscitate the patient." "It won't work." Stephen said—he knew from the start that the surgery itself was almost hopeless. In fact, he called in Irene because he had his own agenda. "You never know until you try!" Irene snapped, ignoring him and pressing her full weight on Layla's ribs, pumping as hard as she could. It was taxing, and she was soon sweating buckets. Even though beads of sweat as large as peas trickled off her hair and rained over Layla's face, she did not give up. "I'll save her! I won't let her die!" As there was still no response on the ECG, she tried the defibrillators next. Although Layla's body rose inches into the air from the jolt, it landed heavily soon after, and there was still no response. "Vitals lost," someone said. Irene flipped out right then. "Who was that?!" She would save Layla whatever it took—that was the only thought on Irene's mind, because Layla was Isaac's only family and she mattered to him