The Runaway Groom

Chapter 121

“That’s enough!” Lionel snapped at Samantha.

The woman simply snorted and ignored him, while warning Irene, “You’re married and you’re no longer a part of our family. Don’t even think of getting a dime from the Spencer estate- everything belongs to Ricky now.”

Lionel was incensed. “I’m still alive, and you’re talking about inheritance already? You really want me dead, don’t you?”

If he died now, it would be from all the stress Samantha gave him!

Knowing that she had misspoken, Samantha quickly caved and started rubbing his back. ” What are you saying? You’re my dependent…”

Naturally, she did not want Lionel to die now, because she had yet to persuade him to leave a will!

Irene shot Samantha a look then. It was obvious to her that the woman was already gunning for the Spencer estate, but she said nothing and left the ward.

“Let’s go, Mrs. Watson,” she said, letting Mrs. Watson hold her wheelchair then.

After Irene had her plaster cast removed, the doctor told her that she could start walking in a few days. However, she should also refrain from anything strenuous that involved her legs, such as running.

With that finished, she checked in with Dr. Kelly and asked about Lionel, who admitted that he was in bad shape and probably would not survive for long.

The news left Irene’s heart sinking.

“However, we will do what we can to ensure that he gets as many remaining days as possible,” Dr. Kelly finished.

you,” Irene said

the hospital, and she was too distracted to finish her food

kept him, Isaac

on a gray silk bathrobe after he showered. His tall, muscular frame looked

who woke up when he entered. Still,

not move.

around her waist and pulled her into him deep within his embrace. His chest was sturdy and very warm,

clenched on the pillow when Isaac leaned in and

body wafted with a faint scent of herbal freshness. Even as

spilled into her ear, he chuckled in amusement and heart-melting tenderness.” You’re really bad

He knew!

soft in his arms and rasped,

I’ll be busy over the

sleep-it’s very late,” she replied, not daring to move or continue the

was afraid things would spiral out of control

a healthy, strapping man, and he would be lying if he said that he did not want to do anything now-with

between them. He did not want

steady was the

her in his arms

she put the Centurion Card that Isaac had given her in front of him at the breakfast table, saying, “You told me that this card only

fork. “We’re married. What’s mine is