The Runaway Groom

Chapter 89 Isaac remained apathetic. “Leave her be.”

As he headed upstairs, Mrs. Watson breathed a long sigh

– she was not about to go against him, even if she felt sad for Irene.

Moreover, Irene was the one at fault.

How could she run away?

Isaac had every reason to be angry.

The months when Irene was missing was an opportunity for Whitney Cox.

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Even if Isaac was still ignoring her, she still came every day with her homemade food in an attempt to win his favor again–to fulfill her dreams to enter that mansion as the lady of the house.

It was the same today, and Mrs. Watson was used to Whitney showing up constantly.

Taking the food containers she brought, she told Whitney, “I‘m afraid Mr. Jefferson still doesn‘t want to

Whitney asked, “Did you

has told you that on multiple occasions. Why would you still ask?” Mrs. Watson

bottom of her shoe. Isaac had made it thoroughly clear that he had no interest in Whitney, but she kept throwing herself at him anyway. There should be a limit to such

of sight just then, Mrs. Watson said, “Ms. Cox, Mr. Jefferson is married – please

shot back, “I know, but Irene Spencer

Jefferson has returned, so please understand that you‘re being a homewrecker now.” Mrs. Watson closed the door behind her when she was finished. She headed to the trash can as usual to throw

she brought the food to

, Whitney was standing there blankly for a long while. Coming to her senses and seeing that Mrs. Watson was stepping out again,

and asked, “Are you serious? Irene

to you?” Mrs. Watson replied. “Mr.

Whitney released her then.

not die? Why was she showing up

convinced that sooner or later, she would get Isaac‘s attention again and win his heart... As long as Irene was not

Irene must disappear, so that no one would come

then, Mrs. Watson.” Mrs. Watson simply ignored her and headed towards the back of the mansion, where Irene was held in a junk storeroom beside the

placing the food before Irene, Mrs. Watson said worriedly, “You have to

felt as if her soul was going to detach from

of death, and

Isaac for leniency again. “Please promise you won‘t mess up or upset your husband again, Mrs. Jefferson, and certainly not run away. If you do, I‘ll speak to him on your behalf again.” Seeing hope then, Irene tugged at her pants and breathed despite immense difficulty.