The Runaway Groom

Lulu's gaze was evasive but calm in an instant, her voice frail. “I asked them not to call you, but they did anyway."

Irene was calm and did not show any misery at all.

Lulu was already in this state—she would not be able to calm down and focus on getting better if Irene showed her misery too.

Irene took Lulu’s hand, noticing the many punctures over the skin which were definitely left from needles, leaving bruising everywhere.

She was afraid to hold Lulu too firmly, in fear that it would hurt Lulu. Lowering her gaze to stop Lulu from seeing the pain in her eyes, she asked, "If they never called me, were you going to keep suffering like this alone?"

Lulu pursed her lips. "I just don't want to upset you!"

back then. "You're still concerned that I'd worry after

anything, Irene continued, “I've already told them that I'm taking you away. I'll get you a good doctor,

know my condition, and there's no healing the heart even if I'm physically

quietly. "Don’t give

lit up, though

would only scare Jean like this, so how could she be a mother? "You don't have to worry about me,” Lulu said, determined. "Il won't go

want to die?" Irene could

"Yeah," Lulu replied.

for her? Having a father but not a mother is

if my face does?" Lulu asked with a dark look. "I'm disgusted with my own body now, and I really don't want to live anymore. I've let down everyone who was sincere to me. Don't you understand? I'm a