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

Unrelenting, Whitney

on multiple occasions. Why would you

bottom of her shoe. Isaac had made it thoroughly clear that he had no interest in Whitney,

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

restrained herself and shot back, “I know, but

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

thought, she brought the food

blankly for a long while. Coming to her

arm and asked, “Are you serious? Irene

I lie to you?” Mrs. Watson replied. “Mr. Jefferson personally brought

Whitney released her then.

woman not die? Why was she

get Isaac‘s attention again and win his heart... As long as Irene was not

must disappear, so that no one would come

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,

before Irene, Mrs. Watson said worriedly, “You have to eat, Mrs. Jefferson, or you‘ll

felt as if her soul was going to

was on the verge 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