The Runaway Groom

Chapter 418

Irene woke up to the faint scent of antiseptic.

It was such a familiar scent that she immediately knew that she was in the hospital.

As she slowly opened her eyes, the lights on the ceiling were so bright that they hurt her eyes.

She closed her eyes, rested for a while before opening them again.

Mrs. Watson had Tommy in her arms. Relieved to see Irene open her eyes, she exclaimed happily, “You’re awake, ma’am!”

Irene wanted to get up, but she suddenly found herself too weak and unable to muster any strength. “The doctor said that you’re very weak and shouldn’t move. You should rest,” Mrs. Watson told her.

Irene glanced at Tommy just then and held out her hands. “Can you give Tommy to me?”

Mrs. Watson put Tommy on her bed, and Irene said, “Let me have a moment.”

Knowing that she wanted to be alone, Mrs. Watson asked, “Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll get it for you.”

Irene had no appetite at all, and told Mrs. Watson as much.

Mrs. Watson sighed and tried to reason with Irene. “You should at least eat something–the doctor is saying that you’re fatigued. Do it for Tommy if not for yourself… I mean, can you even carry Tommy now?”

Irene said, giving

rest,” Mrs. Watsons said as she left the room, closing the

as he leaned in Irene’s arms, his little hands flapping, grabbing her hair one. moment and her clothes

was now autumn, and Mrs. Watson had dressed Tommy in the overalls Irene recently bought him–it looked

His fluffy voice could melt any heart, though that

side and put a hand around

he was not content with lying down, and started to roll

exhausted, and called Sheryl Harris, who asked instantly when she was told, “Are you

I think I’m a little fatigued from work, so I can’t help Mrs. Watson take

you staying in? I’ll be right there,” Sheryl

told her,

asked the instant she saw her daughter, “What did your

doctor was, but

was at once worried and annoyed that Irene was not taking care of her

hospital

but what about you?” Sheryl

Watson will return

nodded, and walked over to pick

asleep but holding on to Irene’s hair, and Sheryl had to

“Uh…”

almost woken by the touch, and Irene whispered, “I’ll do it.”