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 to

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

my condition, and there's no healing the

that out,” Irene snapped quietly. "Don’t give up

up, though

so how could she be a mother? "You don't have to worry about me,” Lulu said, determined.

die?"

"Yeah," Lulu replied.

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 not a

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