The Runaway Groom

Chapter 687

Zachary glowered. “Are you saying that we're already dead?"

Mrs. Slate scowled, her fingers clenching on the handles of her wheelchair. ‘I was hurt, but I came back on a wheelchair because I had to. I'm worried she'd hurt you-"

"If she does kill me, I deserve it. Consider that I'm paying your debt.”

With that, he reached for the door handle, but suddenly paused and turned around to his mother again. "Don't mention anything, and pretend you know nothing about the fire."

After all, he knew very well that Lulu would just leave him if she could not have her revenge, and he wanted to keep her at his side even if she was doing it out of spite.

"If she leaves me again because of you, I'll never forgive you!"

"Fine, I'll even treat her like my daughter," Mrs. Slate quickly replied. But you have to be wary of her-I don't want you to get hurt.”

Zachary sneered. "You don’t want me to get hurt while you hurt others?"

Mrs. Slate had no comeback for that. "Look, I know I've made mistakes, but I’ve done it. What do you want from me? To send me to jail?"

Zachary mentioning it endlessly-did she not have her own

just telling you to be careful because I

help matters-he wouldn't even want to look at me a second longer now! But have I complained about or spited Lulu Adams for this? No, because I know I

was prone to anger because of his foul mood, and now that he had calmed down, he

Slate was still huffing, however. "You can eat with her now. No need to wait for

said, “The doctor must have told you to keep your diet bland, didn't he? Just ask

the door and strode out, looking out at the dining area as

alone without a care like an emotionless machine-cold and apathetic, unconcerned by

and put more food on her

see him put the

watched quietly but said nothing, and they returned to their respective rooms after

his window with his arms folded before his chest, Zachary was

things were different now -he was paranoid about her leaving

more he thought about it, the more he realized that he must give

perhaps reason enough for

the instant that thought crossed