The Runaway Groom
Chapter 113

Chapter 113

As Irene hung her head, Stan said, “Please pack her belongings, Mrs.Watson.”

Despite what Stan said, Mrs. Watson just had to pick up Irene’s laundryand nothing else.

After she was done, Stan brought a wheelchair, and Mrs. Watsonhelped Irene to get on it.

With the men he brought, it looked as if Stan was afraid she would runaway, and the overkill was enough for Mrs. Watson to tell thatsomething was wrong. “Did you upset your husband again, Mrs.Jefferson?”

Irene said nothing.

“Why?” Mrs. Watson simply could not understand, and disliked thatabout her.

Irene could get along with Isaac and have a blissful married life withhim. How many women would die for that?!

"Because"

Before Irene could finish, however, they watched as Stan stomped onthe rose bouquet Harvey sent, leaving an utter mess before tellingIrene, “Mr. Jefferson's orders.”

Irene remained impassive-she did not really like those roses anyway.“Do whatever you want,” she said flatly.

“Was that from the man who visited you earlier?” Mrs. Watson asked."Yeah," Irene replied.

Mrs. Watson felt utter disappointment right then. “Why would youaccept it if you know it upsets Mr. Jefferson?”

“I want a divorce,” Irene said flatly, leaving both Stan and Mrs. Watsonspeechless.

Feeling that Irene really did not know what was good for her, Stansnorted. “You're tactless.”

Irene chuckled but did not bother explaining.

As Stan wheeled Irene out of the hospital, they saw Samantha Whiteand Lionel Spencer enter.

Lionel looked terrible and it was obvious that he was here for aconsultation, but when he saw Irene, he quickly went up to her andasked worriedly, “Irene? Where have you been the last few months?Where's your mother?”

Irene glanced at Samantha who stood beside him. “You have your loverover there. Why bother my mother?”

Lionel glowered and huffed, “I know you two were hiding from me, butI'm telling you—I won't divorce her! She can hide all she wants, I will-cough!”

He hacked violently before she could finish, and Irene saw that his lipswere pale.

As a doctor, she could immediately tell that he was sick, so she saidsoftly, “You're here to get checked, aren't you? Go in already.”

Lionel was still clutching his chest and coughing violently for a whilebefore he could speak. Wheezing, he asked, “What happened to yourleg?”

“I fell,” she replied flatly.

"Is it serious?”

“No.”

"Oh, that's enough! You've been sick for so long, Lionel-quit wastingtime and get better already,” Samantha said, tugging at Lionel's sleeve.“I'm the only one who cares for you, and you'd rather care aboutsomeone else..."

Lionel shot her a glare. “Shut up!”

Samantha was naturally upset by that reaction. “How am I wrong? Theywere hiding for months because they didn't care about you at all, butyou had to get clingy instead. Can't you see how indifferent she is?She's now Mrs. Jefferson, she'd never bother herself with you

“Let's go, Stan,” Irene snapped then, not having the mood to play alongwith Samantha's antics.

Lionel wanted to say more, but Irene had already gotten into her car,and he was left sighing. Still, he never looked away even after Irene’scar sped into the distance, while Samantha kept tugging at him. “She’sgone already, so you don't have to look.”

After that, Lionel underwent a series of tests. Once the reports werefiled, Samantha brought them to the doctor, who had a somber look onhis face after reading them.

“What's wrong with me, doctor?” Lionel asked as he sat opposite thedoctor.