The Runaway Groom
Chapter 923

Irene was so anxious her voice was shaking. "Hello?"

Meeting Lulu's eyes just then, she quickly stepped out of her ward and leaned against the wall outside, calming herself for a moment and asking softly, "Is there news on Isaac?"

James was quiet for a while before answering, "It's bad news."

Irene's heart sank, and it felt as if every bit of strength she had was drained from her body.

Afraid of bad news, she almost did not want to listen...

But that was when James said, "Someone leaked the news that Mr. Jefferson is missing.”

Irene had no idea what that would lead to, and she asked, “Is that something concerning?"

James was quiet again before saying, “It would be great if you can speak on his behalf. You're legally Mr. Jefferson's wife and would therefore inherit everything, so—"

“Isaac's not dead! I'm not inheriting anything!" Irene shouted, but she soon regretted it—she should not have responded to James like that, but she was really in a bad mood!

She could not accept people talking about Isaac like that, and she would get easily agitated.

Nonetheless, she apologized. “I'm sorry."

“It's alright,” James said, knowing the pressure was on her—like everyone else did.

Stan and Zachary were still unable to find Isaac, meaning his fate was still unknown.

Naturally, they were all worried too.

Trying to stay calm as possible, she asked, "What do I have to do?"

“I sent Stan back to Zidonia," James replied. "He was on the plane with Mr. Jefferson, so you'd be a lot more persuasive if he's by your side when you speak to the employees."

Irene rubbed herself firmly between the brows. "What if they asked about Isaac? What should I say?"

"Just tell them that he's injured and hospitalized," James replied. They must keep everyone in line for now. The rest could wait.

"Yeah," Irene murmured softly, sitting on the bench just then while appearing withered.

Her mental state was at its lowest point, too!

"Once you're done over there, you and Stan can come back to Franconia together,” James said. "Zachary is still searching for Mr. Jefferson, so you don't have to worry too much. I mean, even Stan managed to come out unscathed."

"Yeah," Irene replied and hung up.

Still, she remained on the bench, feeling very helpless.

She had no idea how she would face this situation alone without James, Stan, and Zachary's help.

"Ms. Spencer?" Johnny stepped out of Lulu's ward just then, a lunch box in his hand.

Irene quickly mustered her spirit as she looked up. "Has Lulu finished eating?"

"Yeah," Johnny replied. "She's much more spirited after learning that the captain is fine. You have no idea how stubborn she was—she kept refusing the C-section even though she couldn't give birth naturally, and she kept saying that she would die with Martin! It's like she doesn't even care about the baby... We were really scared out of our minds." Irene was actually left in disbelief. "But wasn't Martin barely hanging on at the time? She should have more reason to deliver her child instead, right?”

“I mean, that's what anyone would think, right?" Johnny sighed. “I mean, the child is Martin's, and if anything were to happen to him, he would still have a child for posterity at least. I honestly don't know what Lulu was thinking just then... must be her head going haywire from fear.”

That certainly would explain her stubbornness.

However, Irene did not think so, considering Lulu's previous profession as a forensic doctor.

That line of work was not for the faint of heart, just as they must constantly stay level-headed.

Would Lulu really have given in to hysterics?

Still, Irene did not tell Johnny about her suspicions, and she simply smiled.

After Johnny left, Irene returned inside Lulu's ward, sat by her bed, and stared at her with a scalding gaze.

"What's that look for?" Lulu asked. "Do I have something on my face?" Irene was giving her the creeps!

Irene asked bluntly, “You're hiding something from me, aren't you?"

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