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

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

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

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 shameless

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

know, but Irene Spencer went missing, didn‘t

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 the food Whitney

some thought, she brought the food to the basement

, Whitney was standing there blankly for a long while. Coming to her

you serious? Irene

Mrs. Watson replied. “Mr. Jefferson personally brought her

Whitney released her then.

not die?

Isaac‘s attention again and win his heart... As long as Irene was

so that

she feigned politeness and said, “I shall be leaving then, Mrs. Watson.” Mrs. Watson simply ignored her and headed towards the back of the mansion, where Irene was held in a junk storeroom

said worriedly, “You have to eat, Mrs. Jefferson, or you‘ll starve

however, felt as if her soul was going

and did not even have the strength

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. “Thank you...” Mrs. Watson breathed a sigh