The Runaway Groom
Chapter 455

Chapter 455

However, Mick pushed a plate of food to her. "Not now. Eat.”

He did not mention Irene since she did not want too many people to know that she was alive, and therefore hid the truth from his own daughter too.

Even so, Erin's curiosity got the better of her. "Just tell me already, Dad. I really want to know." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

'Well, you've met Isaac Jefferson. What do you think about him?”

He was just changing the subject to divert her attention, but Erin fell for it anyway.

"He has the looks," she said as she searched her memory. "But his bad temper cancels it out.”

Mick smiled. "And?"

"And what?” Erin was puzzled.

Mick actually thought that she might be interested in Isaac after meeting him given the ladykiller that he was, but it seemed not to be the case.

Still, he found comfort that Erin was so intent on finding Yvaine’s grave as well. She was a good daughter, even if she was adopted. Nonetheless, Erin seemed to realize what Mick was getting at and shot him a glare. "Dad, are you getting senile already? We're half siblings-I won't fall for him no matter how good-looking he is.”

Erin was over two years old when she was adopted, so she naturally did not remember it at all.

Moreover, Mick and Yvaine raised her and cherished her like she was their own, and never mentioned the adoption.

That was why Erin had always believed herself to be their biological daughter.

"Yeah, I must be senile," Mick grumbled. "Had a little drink in the afternoon and I don't think I'm sober yet."

"Come on, Dad-you need a healthier lifestyle. I know you're sad after Mom is gone, but I still need you. You're my only family now," Erin cajoled.

Mick smiled. "Yeah. I'll cut down on the drinking now."

After having dinner together, Mick told Erin to head home without him, saying that he had something to do.

He headed to Irene’s apartment, but had to wait outside since she had not left work.

Irene only returned around ten. She was wearing a thick trench coat over her long floral print skirt and had a scarf around her neck, hiding her burn scars. There was a breeze, pushing her clothes tightly against her skin and accentuating her bulging belly conspicuously.

Even as she walked, she was reading a report while she chewed on a loaf of bread.

She was so focused that she did not notice Mick standing outside her door.

"Is that your dinner?" Mick asked with a frown.

Irene looked up at him and simply replied, "I'll make soup later. The bread is enough for now."

Naturally, she did not even have time for dinner.

“You're pregnant. This won't do,” Mick said and took her hand. “Come, there's a restaurant down the road. You need something warm and nutritious."

Irene naturally had to follow.

Once inside and getting seated, she put down her belongings but stopped when she was about to take off her scarf, remembering her face.

She also tried to hide her burned cheek when a waiter arrived.

The food soon arrived after Mick made the order, and he told her, "Have some soup.”

"Thank you," Irene said.

“You don't have to be so polite,” Mick replied.

Soon, she finished her bowl of soup, warming both her body and stomach.

"Go on, eat up,” Mick insisted.

Irene was certainly hungry, and started to wolf down her food, while Mick did not move.

"You're not eating?" she asked.

"Just had dinner with my daughter, actually,” Mick said, deliberately mentioning Erin. "Isaac Jefferson had her repatriated.”

The mere mention of the name left Irene with a bitter taste in the mouth.

Suddenly, the food was not at all delicious, and she started to chew slowly.

"She couldn't find where Yvaine was buried, but you know him and his temper. Is there a way to do this?" Mick was looking at Irene hopefully, convinced that she would have a way.

And yet...

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