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!"

"You're still concerned that I'd worry after this happened

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

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

snapped quietly. "Don’t give up on yourself. You have a

up, though

like this, so how could she be a mother? "You don't have to worry

to die?" Irene could not

"Yeah," Lulu replied.

to you. She'd be motherless if you died, and don't you know how terrible it would be for her? Having a father but not a mother is a lifetime's worth of regrets, and I promise you that I'll make

heart can recover even 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 jinx—Martin might not be dead