The Runaway Groom
Chapter 2

The hospital chief said, "That's her, Whitney Cox—she was on clinicduty last night."

Stan entered, glanced at Whitney's name tag, and said, "Come withme."

Whitney was puzzled. "What?"

"Oh, just go," the hospital chief pulled her along, seemingly not in themood for questions. "Don't keep Mr. Jefferson waiting."

Soon, Whitney was in the chief's office, where Isaac was lying on thecouch. One would notice his tall and broad frame immediately, and itwould take a second look to see that his lips were pale. The thick smellof antibiotics in the hospital hid the scent of blood that lingered on himas well.

He was dressed in all black, exuding a domineering aura, with a singlelook enough to instill fear in a person!

Stan walked up behind Isaac, leaned downward, and whispered, "Theymust have destroyed all the cameras to destroy any evidence of theirpresence. Also, this is Whitney Cox—the doctor on clinic duty last night.The hospital chief confirmed it, and I checked the records as well."

As Isaac looked up at Whitney, she gasped—that man was the head ofLight Group!

“You helped me last night?" Isaac asked as he studied her.

Whitney promptly lowered her gaze, afraid of looking straight into hiseyes.

"Y-Yes..." She had no idea what had happened last night, only that shestood to gain if she managed to befriend him.

Moreover, it was now a vital moment—the higher-ups were going todecide who would be chosen for the internship at the Central Hospitalof the Second Militarized Zone.

Though they called it an internship, everyone knew that the one chosenwould get to stay, not to mention that the connections were far betterthan anything they had here.

If she could bring Isaac to her side, she definitely could get thatinternship!

Meanwhile, Isaac continued, “I can give you anything you want,including marriage.”

His expression remained neutral, but a look of tenderness appearedwhen he remembered last night.

"What... I..." Whitney stammered in gibberish since everything washappening too fast.

"Come to me when you made up your mind," Isaac said. He rose to hisfeet while telling Stan to give Whitney his contact method.

"Mr. Jefferson..." The hospital chief stood up as well, seeminglyintending to escort him out as well.

"No, it's fine," Isaac said, his usual aloofness returning, though hepaused for a moment as he remembered something else. "Do takegood care of her whenever she's in your hospital.”

"Don't worry, I will," the hospital chief said with a fawning smile.

After making sure that they were out of earshot, Stan quietly remindedIsaac, "Sir, you're married. So..."

He could not make good on his promise to marry Ms. Cox.

The thought of the woman who forced herself on him left Isaacglowering, and his lips curled up as he growled icily, "She asked for it."Stan shuddered, unsure if he was talking about the woman he wasforced to marry or the cause of the recent incident.

Irene returned to the mansion where she and her newlywed husbandwould be staying.

"Mrs. Jefferson," Mrs. Watson greeted Irene the instant she entered."Were you out for the night?"

“I had to fill in for someone,” Irene quietly replied with fatigue visible onher face.

Seeing that she was tired, Mrs. Watson did not press her further as sheheaded upstairs.

Taking a soak in the bathtub, Irene remembered what had happenedlast night, and buried her head beneath her hands while feeling hercheeks burning.

She was certainly feeling conflicted that she had given herself to a manwithout knowing what he was like.

To make things worse, she was married, and it was a betrayal towardIsaac Jefferson, her newlywed husband!

After taking a bath, she got dressed and headed out again.

Mrs. Watson saw that and went up to her, asking, "Leaving again?Aren't you going to have breakfast, at least?"

Irene glanced at the time and replied, “I'm going to be late for work."Mrs. Watson had known before that Irene was a doctor and what herwork entailed, not to mention that it was a respectable job. As such, shebrought Irene a glass of milk, saying, "It's warm. You should drink itbefore you go."

Irene looked at Mrs. Watson then. The woman's concern left her withwarmth, and she nodded while saying quietly, “Thank you."

“You're welcome.” Mrs. Watson smiled, her round face showingkindness.

Irene quickly finished the milk, passed Mrs. Watson the glass, andheaded out.

She did not start work immediately. In fact, she went to the inpatientbuilding because she was visiting the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), whereher mother was.

She checked her mother's condition as she always did—her heart sanksince her mother was not improving.

Her mother was suffering from heart failure and was at a terminalstage. She needed a heart transplant to stay alive, but the surgerywould cost an arm and a leg.

It was the reason why she had agreed to marry Isaac—her father hadthreatened not to pay her mother's medical fees.

And right now, all they had to do was wait for a donor match, and hermother would be saved.

Gazing upon her mother, she swore despite her bitterness, "I'lldefinitely get you better, Mom."

After all, she was the closest relation she had in the world.

Bzzt—

Her phone started to ring in her pocket.

“Irene? Could you do me a favor?" a voice spoke from the other end.