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!"

still concerned that I'd worry

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

condition, and there's no healing the heart

give up on yourself. You have a

lit up, though it

scare Jean like this, so how could she be a mother? "You don't have to worry about me,” Lulu said,

die?" Irene

"Yeah," Lulu replied.

about her mood just then. "You're a mother no matter what happens 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

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 if