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 say that, or

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

abhorred the way Whitney clung to her like a piece of chewing gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Isaac had made

Whitney out of sight just then, Mrs. Watson said, “Ms. Cox,

“I know, but Irene Spencer

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 brought, but soon paused because she saw that

brought the food to the basement for

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

arm and asked, “Are you serious? Irene

Watson

Whitney released her then.

woman not die?

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

was why Irene must disappear, so that no

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 beside the

Mrs. Watson said worriedly, “You have to eat, Mrs. Jefferson,

soul was going

of death, and did not even

then that she was in very bad shape, Mrs. Watson decided to ask 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. “Thank you...”