The Runaway Groom

Chapter 61 That being said, Irene never once tried to understand what Lionel was thinking, or what he actually wanted.

In fact, the success he wanted was almost no different from her ambition to become a military doctor. It was just that they had different ambitions, and wanted different things for their lives.

“All I want is for our family to rise as a dynasty, and my daughter to become an heiress, “Lionel said then, pressing his argument because he sensed that Irene was relenting slightly.

Nonetheless, Irene pursed her lips and asked, “So, you’re saying you have the right to sacrifice me for the sake of your ambition?”

“How could you call that a sacrifice?” Lionel retorted as if he was in the right. “Is Isaac Jefferson ugly or poor? So many ladies want to marry him but it would never happen, but we have that opportunity–why shouldn’t we seize it? In fact, what sort of a husband could you find for yourself if you didn’t marry Isaac? Would he be better than Isaac?”

Irene was actually stumped.

She knew very well how incredible Isaac was, and heard about how women would hover around him.

However, she had also realized how rotten a person he was since she started to live with him.

There was just no way of coexisting with that personality, and he could well be just good for his looks.

With men like him, one should just be admiring his good looks from a distance without getting close.

said as she rose to her feet. “Moreover, Samantha is the homewrecker who ruined my mother’s

said, ordering her unwanted

no matter how you try to deny it,”

and said, “And I’m denying it anyway.

showing signs of rage, but had to bear with Irene’s stubbornness given the

me, what do you

bed, closed her eyes,

edge. “Get up, Irene! What’s wrong with having a brother? Who would help you when you’re in trouble? Only a brother who shares your blood would truly support you! Sure, I’ve wronged your mother in

on his face, but there was no place for him to vent his grievances. All he could do was hold it in, leaving a stuffy, burning

chest.

the door, and stopped just as he reached the doorway. “Why are you here? Are you sick? Is it

at the ceiling and saying quietly, “Finally realizing that

skipped a

his own negligence to

and making you lead a life you hate!” he

ran into Isaac, who