The Runaway Groom
Chapter 727

Chapter 727

Henry was leaning on his seat, his body covered under a blanket.

He was skinny and withered. The wrinkles on his neck were distinct and his eyes were sunken and dull, while his face was covered in irregular patches of liver spots.

A man like him should be surrounded by his children and grandchildren, reveling in familial joy, but Henry appeared desolate and miserable. Even so, Irene still felt no sympathy because it was all Henry's own fault, and he could not blame anyone else.

“I know you want me to talk to Isaac. After all, you're old and need family now more than ever, don't you?"

"Would you help me?" Henry would certainly admit that he was old and needed company.

"Don't you have lan Jefferson already?" Irene pointed out icily.

“You're still blaming me for that?" Henry rasped feebly-even his voice seemed old.

“The past is the past. I won't pursue it any further," she said, holding his gaze. "You had me marry Isaac as my father requested, because you had your agenda. You wanted me to soften him, so that he gives up on hate, thinking that you're doing it for him-"

“Is that not the case?" Henry asked impatiently in return before Irene finished.

Even now, he believed that his choice back then was for Isaac's sake "No," Irene said in no uncertain terms. "That wasn't for his sake, but to satisfy your selfish favoritism toward Greg Jefferson's family. If you ever were on his side, you would've at least thrown one of them in jail to atone for Isaac's parents’ death, instead of trying to appeal to Isaac's emotion and make him give up on revenge."

"You were wrong from the start, and even if you have every right to protect your son and grandson, what about Quincy Moore? Have you really thought

from Isaac's perspective when you protected Greg's family? The only one you ever sacrificed was Isaac alone, and he would not be this cold if you had punished even one member of Greg's family. It's selfish of you to keep them whole while denying Isaac everything!"

After the rant, Irene took a moment to calm herself. "What you did later was even worse. How is he supposed to forgive you?"

“I'm selfish?" Henry disagreed. "I gave him the entire family estate-" "Does that buy him a parent's love? He lost both parents when he's ten. How much happiness do you think he even remembers? Don't you know the environment he grew up in?"

Irene was becoming agitated the more he spoke. "He had more than one attempt on his life, and you know who did it. Have you ever punished them? No, you even threw him under the bus!"

Henry frowned. "How?"

“Don't you think giving him the entire family estate painted a crosshair on his head? You would never have done that if you actually cared. You insist everything was for his sake, but I really don't see it." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Henry was stumped.

He had no comeback at all—he had never thought of it from Irene's perspective.

He was convinced that he did Isaac a favor by giving him the family fortune, but Irene somehow made it sound terrible.

“lan Jefferson is enough company for you," Irene finished and alighted, leaving without hesitation.

Moneypenny got in after that. "Sir..."

Henry waved him off-he needed peace and quiet. "Let me think..." With that, Moneypenny said nothing and gestured for the chauffeur to drive back to the hospital.

Irene did not go home right away, and instead hovered near a flowerbed to calm down.

She started to leave after a while, only to find a furious figure striding toward her!

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