The Runaway Groom

Chapter 533

Debbie held her head high without appearing guilty at all. "James and I go way back. We know each other so well, and everything I'm doing right now is for his sake.” If you're not lying,” Ember said with a sneer.

Debbie promptly wheeled on her and snapped, "What's your wife's problem, Zachary Slate? She doesn't even know me! Why would I try to hurt James? Even if we can't agree on this, what we want is ultimately the same-for James to be fine. Your wife, on the other end, keeps insinuating that I'd hurt James! So I'm asking you, why would I do that?What good would it do me?!"

Since Debbie had worked under Isaac for a long time, she was close with Stan and James. On the surface, she had no reason to hurt James.

As such, Zachary said, “Forgive her. She doesn't know that you're his friend. =

Meanwhile, the medical staff had wheeled James out of the operating room, and Zachary said, "Let's go.”

Debbie glanced at James on the stretcher and remained impassive despite her panic. “Yeah, we should hurry-his treatment shouldn't wait.”

Ember pursed her lips. “Really?”

Zachary shot her a glare. "Stop it.’

Saving James took priority right now-it was not the time to fight.

Ember had always been wet behind her ears when it came to Zachary- since he had spoken, she quietly followed without a word,

Hospital, and he was immediately wheeled into the operating room for another surgery thanks to

not allowed in because he had resigned, and thus had to wait

far from them because she lacked composure. Even if James had no idea that she was the one

wake up, she would be exposed at any

Ember leaned in to whisper into Zachary’s ear, "You should keep an

had not been watching Debbie before because he was too worried

just then and saw that she was

think she's feeling guilty,” Ember told

it. She would never

Debbie was deliberately

no reason to. They both work for Isaac and have built

Ember was stumped.

I know? But I can tell she wants to

shouldn't say that if you don't

Ember turned quiet reluctantly.

another hour until the doors of the

is the

rushed to the nurse, demanding, “How is he? Is