The Runaway Groom
Chapter 445

Chapter 445

Irene agreed to be the scapegoat implicated with Yvaine's death.

And it was all because Yvaine had written her letter, asking her to save Mick.

She just wanted to carry out Yvaine's will, only for Isaac to misunderstand and give her the silent treatment.

How miserable must she have felt? She could not tell him anything because Yvaine told her not to, leaving her to suffer it all alone!

"My selfishness led to this. I shouldn't have asked someone innocent to take the fall just to save a friend, and cause a misunderstanding between you and her. I'm sorry-"

"Sorry?" Isaac scoffed. "Did you think that's going to cut it?!"

Stephen did not dare to say a word in response-it was true, a mere sorry was not going to cut it.

"Violated your ethics as a doctor’, was it? Then you shouldn't keep your job, or you'll insult the profession," Isaac growled before turning to leave.

He then stopped at the doorway, and added without looking back, "People like you don't deserve anything.”

With that, he strode out, just as James arrived.

He was worried, and quickly hurried to Isaac when he saw him. "Mr. Jefferson.”

Isaac handed James the letter he was holding, and kept walking as he said, "Take everything that belonged to her."

James took the letter, scanned through it, and quickly answered, "Yes, sir."

He personally did it himself, returning the letter to its envelope and carried it away along with everything else Irene owned.

Isaac never returned home ever since Irene’s death-it was not until he saw her sketch of Tommy that he turned his thoughts to his own son. She might be gone, but it was not as if she left him with nothing.

Both their blood flowed in their son's veins!

"Mah-mabh... Mah-mabh..." Tommy was mumbling over Sheryl's shoulder. It was all he had been mumbling for a while now, perhaps because he missed Irene. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Isaac entered the room just then, and said quietly, “Let me carry him." Sheryl turned and handed Tommy over when she saw that it was Isaac. Her eyes were swollen-she must have been crying again, and there was no hiding that redness even if she tried.

As Isaac carried Tommy back to his bedroom, Sherly felt tears welling in her eyes again as she watched them go.

She headed to the kitchen, blinking back her tears.

Mrs. Watson was afraid to say anything too-the house had been gloomy for a while now.

“Isaac hasn't been eating much since Irene left," Sheryl said quietly. Let's cook him something, or he's going to fall apart too."

Mrs. Watson nodded. "Yes, of course.”

It had certainly been worrying for Mrs. Watson as she watched Isaac visibly turning haggard and losing weight.

He was the one who felt most miserable, but he had to keep everything pent up inside and not weep like the rest of the women.

Mrs. Watson heaved a sigh and wondered how reality could be so cruel.

She was soon done cooking, and Sheryl took everything out to the dining table.

As Isaac brought Tommy out to eat with them, she tried to talk to him, only to find herself losing her voice soon enough.

Isaac was staring at Tommy.

He looked just like himself, but there was also a sliver of resemblance to Irene.

Isaac's eyes were beady, but his gaze was distant.

“Irene wouldn't want to see you like this if she's still alive,” Sheryl finally said then. "It would break her heart so... and you have to stay strong for Tommy too. You're his father, and he's still just a baby."

"Yeah," Isaac replied ever so softly.

Meanwhile, Irene was settling down abroad.

Stephen had arranged for her to travel with another person's passport, and when she was better, she could start her term at Mead Clinic. There, she could learn in peace and keep developing her career.

She was staying at a studio apartment, and it was enough for her to stay alone although it was quite compact.

She also felt comfortable despite the new surroundings, and she felt as if she was given a new life.

After giving up on all that had been weighing her down, she could now freely chase after her dreams.

If love was not to be, career it was.

She was using mild medication for her facial burns, along with some scar cream safe for pregnant women.

Naturally, the effect was limited, but she would rather not appear too horrid a sight.

She had every reason to put on a face mask, but she could not avoid human interaction.

When she did have to talk to people, she would rather not scare them. Since she had just arrived there and was still jet-lagged, she quickly went to sleep.

However, someone knocked on her door before she dozed off.

Who could it be?

She opened the door amid the confusion...

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