On the plane back to our country, everything seemed to come to an end.
Looking at the baby in my arms, I couldn't help thinking of the countless babies in that room, and Irvin.
"Where's Irvin?" I asked Hendrix.
It was not that I still wanted to save him, but we knew each other for so long. I didn't want him to disappear in the end.
"After we made a deal, he decided never to come back from now on," Hendrix said calmly.
"Did Irvin help you with your plan?"
"Yes." Hendrix turned his head to look at me, his black eyes as dark as ink. "He made Sebastian think that I was led to the other side of Mesville, so I had the opportunity to follow you from the airport to his lair."
"I don't understand. In this case, why did he work for Sebastian and lure me to Mesville?"
Hendrix pressed the corner of his mouth and asked helplessly, "Do you need me to tell you that it's because you're too charming?" "Hm?" I didn't understand.
"It's true that Irvin doesn't want to see you with me, but he doesn't want to see you die either. When he learned from Sebastian that you were seriously ill, he took the initiative to find me. His one condition was to save your life," Hendrix said.
All of a sudden, I felt very upset.
Irvin was trapped in his own obsessions and had gone off the far end. He hurt my family. This fact could not be erased. The debt between us had been wiped out the moment he and Sebastian joined hands.
He never wanted to hurt me because he wanted me to never forget him.
Noticing I was in a bad mood, Hendrix took me into his arms and patted me gently to comfort me. "Don't worry. I've already brought Irvin's wife and child back to him."
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