The Runaway Groom

Chapter 12

Henry had already put a plan together, and it took Moneypenny a while to get it.

“Is that why you asked me to find a heart donor–”

He had barely finished when Irene stepped out of the restroom with the first aid kit.

Moneypenny promptly turned silent, while Henry leaned against his cane to rise to his feet, and told Irene, “Come with me.”

He was heading to his study, and Irene put the first aid kit on a table before following him. Sitting behind the large desk in the study, sadness showed in Henry‘s eyes as he told her, “Isaac‘s father passed away very early, and while I raised him, he always lived away from home since he studied at a boarding school. He moved out right after graduating university to take over the company, too, and is so busy he basically never comes home.”

There was quietness in Henry’s voice. Isaac’s father was his eldest son, and no matter how long had passed, he still felt miserable about his passing because no father should ever have to bury his son.

He also knew that Isaac had his reason for not coming

home, and he could foresee what Isaac would do to his uncle‘s family after his death.

In fact, Isaac held back this long because he still respected Henry, and he needed a woman to make him learn to feel...

So that he would give up on hatred.

They were all his flesh and blood, and he did not want them slaughtering each other.

“Sir…” Irene murmured, unsure of how to reassure him.

There was no question that Henry had been good to her. Even though she was forced to marry into this family because of Lionel‘s greed, Henry never held her in contempt.

Raising a handle to assure her she had nothing to worry about, he continued, “The reason I agreed to let you marry Isaac is because I know that you are a good child, just as your grandfather had been loyal and kind. You are his granddaughter, and his blood runs in your veins that is why I wanted you to stay with Isaac and care for him.”

“Sir, I believe that it would be ideal for him if he had someone he loves with him instead…”

Irene’s words were her earnest opinion.

perspective, however, she seemed to be giving up and making excuses to leave

long, was there any

actually easy to

donor match for a heart transplant. I happened to have found a match,

was at first delighted, though she soon thought to herself

to keep her from divorcing Isaac. And the old man certainly knew how to hold leverage against her, so that she would

beyond saving if the transplant is delayed any further. Heart donors

on the paper in her hands, feeling at a

called her here now

you think I

Tim‘s granddaughter. I trust

tried to stay calm, but she was too flustered to do

true that her mother‘s illness could not wait, and she would have

anyway, she agreed to it

judge in character is right, and you‘ll definitely make Isaac happy.” A

kept her lips tightly pursed and stayed silent, convinced that Henry was wrong–that Whitney was the one

Not her.

“I‘ll contact the hospital right

stood there, at

call, she asked, “May I

and concern for her sick mother, so he allowed it. “Of course. Go

was no way Isaac would let Irene into his room after the

and told the butler who was waiting outside the door,

Mrs. Jefferson ,” the butler told Irene, and she left

way to the hospital, Irene felt like she was in a dream-everything had happened so quickly that it

arranged everything perfectly, she realized that this

after a night of near misses, the transplant was

be a long period of observation and rehabilitation afterward, relief could be seen

her mother was lying in a ward for

headed straight