The Runaway Groom

Zachary snapped grumpily at Erma even as he picked up his suit. "Pack up your things and leave. I don't need you here!"

Then, turning to Lulu, he said, "This way, Ms. Jones!"

She hurried outside without looking back, with Luna still in her arms. Fortunately, Zachary did not park his car in the garage, though he glanced at Lulu as he drove—she looked utterly worried, and there was pain in her eyes.

"Hurry!"

Zachary did not drag his feet for the sake of his baby and drove straight to the hospital.

Likewise, Lulu was flustered throughout the journey and only heaved a sigh of relief when they arrived.

Zachary

his tone was frantic— Lulu judged that he was caught off guard by Luna's sudden illness and that he was not neglecting

getting a number, and they hurried over to find an experienced pediatrician waiting for

soon after he checked Luna with a stethoscope. "Don’t worry—she's probably just exposed to a little wind. We'll take her in for further examination,

enfeebled since she had yet to

was clearly blaming himself. “I'm supposed to be her father. It's all my fault... I had to entrust her with Erma because I'm too busy,

was silent, since children were not to be trifled

rather not work than let her own children be

As for Zachary...

her here when you did. She has been feverish for a couple days, and any longer would have led to pneumonia. Aren't you her guardians? Can't you tell that she was feverish? There's no way she can tell you how she's feeling

of course. It's our failure.” Lulu smiled apologetically while Zachary stood behind. "She's fine,