The Runaway Groom

Chapter 437

While Stephen was too nervous to speak, the hospital chief gave him a look that said he knew everything, and rebuked him from the very start, “What do you take this hospital home for, your backyard? A place where you can do anything you like?!”

He had been lenient toward Stephen after the drama with Mick Gooding before, but warned him that nothing like that could be allowed to happen again.

This time, Stephen was caught abusing his authority again to help Irene.

Even if it was the right thing to do, he was committing a serious crime by helping her fake her death, even using someone else’s body in replacement!

“I’m sorry…”

“I don’t need apologies. I’m not playing along this time. I’ll send someone to inform-”

“Sir.” Irene got to her feet despite much difficulty.

Stephen moved up to help her stand. “You’re still hurt…”

Even so, Irene kept her eyes fixed on the hospital chief. “I asked him to help me. Blame me if you want, but I hope I have your forgiveness this one time.”

The chief frowned even as he stared at Irene’s face. It would not be a far cry to compare her to Helen of Troy before, but now…

“Your face…”

serious,” Irene replied. “I may be disfigured, but I’m alive. Sir, could you please let it go this one time? Seeing that I’ve

actually felt guilty as he watched her face, and eventually heaved a lengthy sigh. “Fine, pretend I was never here and that I don’t know a thing. But this must be the last time this happens, or both of

tone and words were stern, he actually did not press the tissue and turned

after he was gone. “Thank goodness he spared

bringing you into this,” Irene

tit for tat. I’ve caused so much trouble for you before, haven’t I? You really

it stung as she tried

and don’t say a word.

toward Stephen as if she was

Stephen–instead, it was because of Yvaine’s

mattered now, since it was all

slowly lay down again and closed her

had been working abroad for years. Naturally,

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enough since his time spent working domestically was not for

owned by a late millionaire built halfway up a mountain, and his son

one bought it

raised an eyebrow as he stared at it. “A 30 million dollar castle to keep one body?

important, money, or getting Mr. Jefferson over Irene