The Runaway Groom

Chapter 43 Being a doctor herself, Irene knew the signs of a miscarriage. Her face turned pale, and Isaac noticed that something was wrong with her. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

Irene worked hard to make herself look strong while shaking her head. “No, I’m not.”

However, the instant she stepped out of the room, her face contorted in pain. Whitney would have hell to pay if her twins could not be saved! She trudged along through the living room area, and noticed that there were many men laying around, unconscious. She recognized them as Harvey’s bodyguards, but remained indifferent as she got out of the house and reached the car–screams echoed from the mansion just as she was just about to close the door.

It was Harvey, and each scream was more horrific than the last. What could Isaac be doing? Still, Irene did not have the time to think. She quickly lay down to rest, afraid of moving too much!

Meanwhile, Harvey’s scream lasted for an hour before Isaac finally stepped out and entered the driver’s seat-Stan was still in the mansion.

Irene thought to herself then that she simply could not tell what Isaac was thinking.

He gave her off to Harvey in the first place, did he not? Why was he upset now? Hesitating for a while, curiosity got the better of her and she asked, “Why are you

upset?”

his heart

lost his mind when he found out that Harvey took her away, and was

anxiety right then almost overwhelmed

would never say-no, he would never

said, “Even if you’re my wife only in name, you’re still my wise. Like I said, it disgusts

her lips in

moment that Isaac

imagining things-why would he be interested in

voice called out, and a knock on the door could be heard. “Come in,” Irene replied. Mrs. Watson entered with a smile. “I’ve prepared breakfast. Come on, it’s time to eat.” Irene pulled off her blanket and asked casually,

there ever been

getting along well,” Mrs. Watson continued, smiling, “It’s rare for Mr. Jefferson to be this patient with anyone, too. You must be

kindness when he found out that Harvey was going to have his way with her. “Ah, I’m hungry.” After a long night of deep sleep, her belly no longer hurt that much, which

washing up, she dressed up and headed downstairs, taking a seat as Mrs. Watson put food on

was alone-Isaac was