The Runaway Groom

Chapter 113

As Irene hung her head, Stan said, “Please pack her belongings, Mrs. Watson.”

Despite what Stan said, Mrs. Watson just had to pick up Irene’s laundry and nothing else.

After she was done, Stan brought a wheelchair, and Mrs. Watson helped Irene to get on it.

With the men he brought, it looked as if Stan was afraid she would run away, and the overkill was enough for Mrs. Watson to tell that something was wrong. “Did you upset your husband again, Mrs. Jefferson?”

Irene said nothing.

“Why?” Mrs. Watson simply could not understand, and disliked that about her.

Irene could get along with Isaac and have a blissful married life with him. How many women would die for that?!

“Because-”

Before Irene could finish, however, they watched as Stan stomped on the rose bouquet Harvey sent, leaving an utter mess before telling Irene, “Mr. Jefferson’s orders.”

Irene remained impassive-she did not really like those roses anyway.

“Do whatever you want,” she said flatly.

“Was that from the man who visited you earlier?” Mrs. Watson asked.

“Yeah,” Irene replied.

Mrs. Watson felt utter disappointment right then. “Why would you accept it if you know it upsets Mr. Jefferson?”

“I want a divorce,” Irene said flatly, leaving both Stan and Mrs. Watson speechless.

Feeling that Irene really did not know what was good for her, Stan snorted. “You’re tactless.”

Irene chuckled but did not bother explaining.

As Stan wheeled Irene out of the hospital, they saw Samantha White and Lionel Spencer enter.

Lionel looked terrible and it was obvious that he was here for a consultation, but when he saw Irene, he quickly went up to her and asked worriedly, “Irene? Where have you been the last few months? Where’s your mother?”

Irene glanced at Samantha who stood beside him. “You have your lover over there. Why bother my mother?”

Llonel glowered and huffed, “I know you two were hiding from me, but I’m telling you—I won’t divorce her! She can hide all she wants, I will-cough!”

He hacked violently before she could finish, and Irene saw that his lips were pale.

As a doctor, she could immediately tell that he was sick, so she said softly, “You’re here to get checked, aren’t you? Go in already.”

Lionel was still clutching his chest and coughing violently for a while before he could speak. Wheezing, he asked, “What happened to your leg?”

“I fell,” she replied flatly.

“Is it serious?”

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“Oh, that’s enough! You’ve been sick for so long, Lionel-quit wasting time and get better already,” Samantha said, tugging at Lionel’s sleeve. “I’m the only one who cares for you, and you’d rather care about someone else…”

Lionel shot her a glare. “Shut up!”

Samantha was naturally upset by that reaction. “How am I wrong? They were hiding for months because they didn’t care about you at all, but you had to get clingy instead. Can’t you see how indifferent she is? She’s now Mrs. Jefferson, she’d never bother herself with you

“Let’s go, Stan,” Irene snapped then, not having the mood to play along with Samantha’s antics.

Lionel wanted to say more, but Irene had already gotten into her car, and he was left sighing. Still, he never looked away even after Irene’s car sped into the distance, while Samantha kept tugging at him. “She’s gone already, so you don’t have to look.”

After that, Lionel underwent a series of tests. Once the reports were filed, Samantha brought them to the doctor, who had a somber look on his face after reading them.

“What’s wrong with me, doctor?” Lionel asked as he sat opposite the doctor.