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

just telling you to be careful because I don't

like this would 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 deserved that after what I did, or are you saying that caring about you

prone to anger because of his foul mood, and now that

eat with her now. No

to reason. He simply said, “The doctor must have told you to keep your diet bland, didn't

out, looking out

was sitting there, eating alone without a care like

and sat by her side and put more food on her plate.’ Have

pretended as if she did not see him put the food in her place, and kept eating everything

said nothing, and they

his window with his arms folded before his chest,

room previously, but things were

the more he realized that he must

child was perhaps reason enough for her to abandon her hatred for his

the instant that thought