The Runaway Groom Chapter 877

“What?!” Irene exclaimed in shock.

“It’s just drunk-driving—it’s not that big of a deal,” Zachary quickly explained. “I’m basically fine. They’re just telling me to have my family get me, but my mom won’t come for me since it’s been a while since I’ve been home. That’s why I have to call you.”

In fact, Mrs. Slate was used to him not going home for up to half a month.

“Should I tell your mom?” Irene asked.

“Nope,” Zachary replied.

That left Irene musing. “Was it about last night?”

“Yeah.”

Irene was left frowning. “Isaac was just saying that you’d tough it out. Why would you try drinking your sorrows away?”

“It was just a few glasses.”

Irene was speechless—a few glasses, and he ended up getting arrested?

“What can I do for you?”

“Nothing. Anyway, time’s up. I have to hang up now.”

And with that, the call was cut off.

“Haha…”

laughing and rolling around on the couch from

down her phone then, rolled up her sleeves,

came in as well, offering to help, but Irene told her

to the kitchen as well, Erin said, “Brats don’t

hand. “Please play with

a brat?”

“What’s

giggled while Erin was left

Mommy?” Tommy

your aunt, not

up in her arms then and explained

and opened the fridge to find it filled with food

not know that many recipes, however, and just picked the handful that she

told to frame Neil Turner as soon as

days after he was discharged from the hospital,

so hard his brows

James. How could you do this to me too? Do I look so easily bullied

on the shoulder. “Just take this one for me, brother. It’s for the sake

you’re just mocking me for not

sincere look at him. “Think? I’m doing

off.” Stan gave

some time with her—I won’t have

snorted coolly. “You’re all hoes

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