The Runaway Groom

Chapter 119

Irene returned to the mansion after leaving Dr. Kelly’s house, and she nestled on the couch, spacing out.

She was wondering if she should tell Sheryl about Lionel.

After all, they did live under one roof over two decades as spouses.

In fact, she felt that Sheryl had a right to know.

As she took her phone from her pocket to make the call, it started to vibrate.

It was a video from Sheryl, along with two text messages.

In the video, Tommy was wearing a onesie. His hair had grown out with a healthy black hue, and his little eyes were darting everywhere as he looked around an adorable sight.

[Tommy is a month old now, and almost nine pounds. Don’t you think he looks chubbier?]

[Just look at him. He really takes after you!]

A while ago, Irene already contacted Sheryl and told her that Isaac had taken her from Harvey’s custody, meaning that they still could not meet for the moment.

‘Now, she told Sheryl that she was doing well and asked Sheryl to take good care of Tommy

Not wanting her daughter to worry over nothing, Sheryl replied: [Don’t worry. I’ll do everything to make sure Tommy gets the best.]

Irene smiled as she rewatched the video of Tommy, and replied: (He’s my baby. Of course he would take after me.]

Then, after hesitating for a while, she tried to gauge Sheryl’s reaction.

[I heard Dad is very sick.]

Sheryl replied, but it wook a while. (Just let him die already.]

Irene was left staring at the screen, wondering how honest Sheryl was.

Was it just out of spite, or was she really keen on Lionel dying?

“How about some fruit, Mrs. Jefferson?” Mrs. Watson said, carrying a fruit plate to her and pulling her out of her reverie.

Putting down her phone, Irene picked up a piece of honeydew.

At the hospital, Lionel was laying in bed, his eyes sunken, his skin yellowed and still losing weight by the hour.

His attending physician soon arrived with Dr. Kelly. They had put him through all the required tests previously, and it was determined that he did not need surgery at this stage, because that would actually allow him to live a little longer. It was a conservative treatment, but it was the best solution they had for him right now.

In contrast, a surgery would have limited effect, and he would be risking his life.

“Our hospital’s specialist has personally come to visit,” Lionel’s doctor told him.

Lionel understood the severity of his condition, but was still eager to live. “Thank you coming,” he told Dr. Kelly, hope showing up in his eyes. “Do I stand a chance?”

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Dr. Kelly told him, “If you cooperate fully with our treatment, we would certainly do our best in turn, and things would definitely improve from there.”

Giving patients hope was vital, regardless of the outcome.

Lionel’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Of course.” Dr. Kelly replied. “Naturally, you should also relax and not get too obsessed with your condition. We have seen worse cases that got better than we had expected, but their optimism played a huge role in that.”

“I understand,” Lionel said.

“I have also read through your case,” Dr. Kelly continued, “and I will be attending to you alongside Dr. Lewitt here. I hope we have your confidence.”

Lionel nodded repeatedly. “Of course,” he said, and asked in curiosity, “By the way, may I just ask why have you taken an interest in my case?

After all, he already had an attending physician, which was why he did not try to consult a ‘specialist.

In that case, why would a specialist take his case on his own volition?

“Your daughter asked me to,” Dr. Kelly told him. “She is a fine daughter.”

“Irene…?” Lionel murmured as he realized with a start. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

In the end, his daughter still cared about him, or she would not have asked a specialist to help

him.

“She’s a good daughter,” Dr. Kelly said, holding his gaze. “You’ve raised her well.”

Lionel then remembered how he had always tried to stop Irene from becoming a doctor, but at that very moment, he actually felt proud of her.

He always valued money and influence above all, but now he finally understood the nobility of the medical field!

“She’s a good daughter,” Lionel murmured, and suddenly desired to see her.

After the doctors left, he called Ricky to him. “Ask your sister to meet me. Do whatever you

have to ”

Ricky was wearing a white T-shirt, a casual jacket, white shoes, and black casual pants. Though he was lounging on a chair in the ward, he was fuming as he remembered what happened when he asked Irene for help.

“Why? I went looking for her, but that ingrate doesn’t even care if you die!”

Lionel frowned, but said firmly, “She’s your sister.”

“Sister? She certainly doesn’t consider me her brother! I even heard that she could have asked Isaac Jefferson for help when I was convicted, but she didn’t. It’s obvious she doesn’t care ”

Lionel told him patiently, “You need to be more understanding now, Ricky. Just listen to me, and ask for her. I need to speak with her.”

“She won’t come!” Ricky yelled indignantly, and rashed out of the ward… only to run into

Irene herself at the doorway.

He was left gaping when he saw her–why was she here?!