The Runaway Groom

Chapter 59

There was no going back for Whitney, but she was still trying her best to weasel her way out of guilt.

Meanwhile, Isaac’s lips were curling coolly. To think that this woman could be this unreasonable… To think that she would attempt to deceive him with a pregnancy!

He would have made her wish she was dead, if not for the fact that she had saved him that night!

“Whitney, I won’t hold it against you this time. But know this, I’ll only tolerate your nonsense this one time, and I don’t want to see you ever again. Cross the line again, and there will be no mercy!”

Then, rising to his feet, he told his secretary, “Let her go.” “Yes, Mr. Jefferson.” Her secretary gestured for the men to release Whitney then.

“Isaac…”

Nonetheless, Whitney lunged toward him again, begging through tears and snot, “I didn’t mean to do this…!

to stay in this city!” he said with an even tone, but there was endless intimidation in his words. Whitney finally let go of him then, and dropped to the floor with an ashen face. Her plan to fake a pregnancy could have propelled her to become Mrs. Jefferson… but it ended up ruining everything instead! Mrs. Jefferson? Right now, the mere sight of her disgusted Isaac, and that was the only thing he felt about her now! She had lost so much more than what she had paid for now, and she was beaten with no hopes of salvaging anything! She had failed, losing Isaac

the Central Hospital, Mrs. Watson arrived with

certainly surprised to see her. “Why did you

Jefferson told me that you’re sick and need proper nourishment,” Mrs. Watson explained as she brought out each of the food containers. “He told me to bring you food everyday until you

Mrs. Watson’s immaculate culinary skills, Irene felt

she must admit that Mrs.

just an old maid-you should be thanking Mr. Jefferson instead, because he’s the one who told me to do my best in caring for you. The ingredients here are top of the line, too. He really spared no

always, Mrs. Watson was eager to bridge their relationship. Irene simply smiled, but she was far less than

had lost

could make amends just by throwing some food her way? He

of broth, she felt sull, though

asked. “I can get it for you.” “I have this bitter taste in my mouth,” Irene replied. “I would like

the pain from losing a child, she thought

will bake you a cake tonight,” Mrs. Watson said as she cleared the table.”