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

Ms. Cox. Please leave.” Unrelenting, Whitney asked, “Did you say

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

like a piece of chewing gum stuck to the 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

said, “Ms. Cox, Mr. Jefferson

know, but Irene Spencer

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 the food Whitney brought, but soon paused because she saw that the food

brought the food to the basement for

standing there blankly for a long while. Coming to her

arm and asked, “Are you serious? Irene Spencer is

Watson replied. “Mr. Jefferson personally brought her

Whitney released her then.

could that woman not die? Why was she

convinced that sooner or later, she would get Isaac‘s attention again and win

disappear, so that no one would come between her

simply ignored her and

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

her soul was

the verge of death, and did not even have the

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