The Runaway Groom
Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Mrs. Watson had always been calm and composed — why was she panof the blue?

Irene quickly put aside her work and asked, “What's wrong, Mrs.Watson?"

Mrs. Watson held out her phone in front of her. “Here, take a look.”Irene glanced at the screen and saw that it was a video of the

little piece of theater that Samantha put together at Central Hospitalthis morning. Someone has uploaded it online, but it was clipped and freShe did not need imagination to tell who was responsible —

Samantha herself had done all that this morning solely for this!

With networking being as advanced as it is, it is very convenient to get sone is willing to pay enough for traffic. After all, netizens are

rarely smart and believe whatever they see, never once trying touncover the truth for themselves. In fact, the worst ones are so warped IiShe remembered a similar case that made the news recently, where a gfor his help, but the

courier refused, insisting that he was just happy to help.

Still, the girl felt guilty and grateful , so she sent him fifty

dollars worth of gift cards.

That, however, left her flamed by netizens for giving too

little.

The courier had been altruistic, while

the girl was conveying her gratitude, only for her to suffer such ignominyNaturally, unable to bear the widespread condemnation, the girl commitIt was obvious from that case alone that netizens could kill without doingthe hangman!

And this was ultimately Samantha's goal— to make netizens

flame Irene to death.

Irene, however, was not that narrow—

minded that she would decide to end herself over some petty remarks.Instead, she was going to cherish herself more.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Watson was grumbling, “Who are these people? Thisis ridiculous! How could they

say such horrible things ? Telling people to die without knowing them?"As every comment beneath the video was an one—

sided outrage campaign against Irene, the mere sight of it angered Mrs.On the other hand, Irene took a moment to calm herself before smiling &Mrs. Watson. “Don“t worry—

none of it is real anyway, and I've not done anything wrong. As long as IShe would not get overly concerned over unnecessary matters for the s;child, and unwittingly stroked

her own belly.

“But...” Mrs. Watson still appeared indignant when she noticed

what Irene was doing, and asked, “Are you having a stomach ache, Mrs“No, I'm not.” Irene quickly stopped touching herself.

Nonetheless, Mrs. Watson still appeared suspicious.”

Well, I think I'm seeing a little belly there... You've been eating a lot late!much.”

“Well, fat does gather in the stomach

first,” Irene explained hastily, and asked, “By

the way, can I ask you for a favor?”

Mrs. Watson nodded. “Of course. Just say the word.”

Irene gathered the clothes she wanted to bring with

her when she ran away, and handed everything to Mrs. Watson. “Pleaseto the cleaners.”

“All of it?” Mrs. Watson exclaimed in surprise.

Irene nodded-she felt much better

now, and must replace an opening to escape.

If she allowed things to drag on, her

belly would start to swell and there would be no hiding the truth.

Of course, she must do things quietly and

without leaving traces, so that no one could replace her.

Mrs. Watson started to pick up all her clothing then, and did not forget tcstuff on the internet. You would just get upset.”

Irene nodded. “I know.”

She thought to

herself then that Mrs. Watson was a genuinely good person, and it wasthere was anything Irene was reluctant to part with from this place, it waShe sighed lengthily at the thought.

When Mrs.

Watson returned, she informed Irene that since she had sent in

a bulk load of laundry, it would take around a week before everythingwould be sent back. “It's fine,” Irene replied. “I'm in no hurry anyway.”