The Runaway Groom Chapter 877

“What?!” Irene exclaimed in shock.

“It’s just drunk-driving—it’s not that big of a deal,” Zachary quickly explained. “I’m basically fine. They’re just telling me to have my family get me, but my mom won’t come for me since it’s been a while since I’ve been home. That’s why I have to call you.”

In fact, Mrs. Slate was used to him not going home for up to half a month.

“Should I tell your mom?” Irene asked.

“Nope,” Zachary replied.

That left Irene musing. “Was it about last night?”

“Yeah.”

Irene was left frowning. “Isaac was just saying that you’d tough it out. Why would you try drinking your sorrows away?”

“It was just a few glasses.”

Irene was speechless—a few glasses, and he ended up getting arrested?

“What can I do for you?”

“Nothing. Anyway, time’s up. I have to hang up now.”

And with that, the call was cut off.

“Haha…”

was laughing and rolling around on the

up her sleeves, and headed to the kitchen—she had to

well, offering to help, but

as well,

tugged on her hand. “Please play

you a

“What’s a

Erin

you laughing, Mommy?” Tommy

aunt, not you,”

Tommy up in her arms then and explained what

cooking and opened the fridge to

and just picked the handful that

frame Neil Turner as soon

discharged from

so hard his brows

Mr. Jefferson squeezing me dry, James. How could you do this to me too? Do I look so easily

one for me, brother. It’s for

think you’re just mocking me for not

look at him. “Think? I’m doing

Stan gave

not here for long. I have to spend some time with her—I won’t

coolly. “You’re all hoes before

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