The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 117

Ricky addressed Irene as ‘Sis’ the instant he stepped through the front door, but Irene remained

impassive, and was certainly unaffected by that title.

“Why did you want to see me?”

“You’re a doctor, aren’t you? You must know people,” Ricky said tearfully. “You have to ask them to help

Dad. His condition is very serious, and he won’t survive for long if he doesn’t get surgery.”

The usually haughty boy appeared despondent, just as Irene stiffened.

She had a hunch, but it still struck her like a truck to find out that it was reality.

“What did his doctor say? What’s his condition?” she asked quietly.

“Malignant brain cancer. It’s metastasized to his lungs,” Ricky replied.

Irene was stunned. “W-What?”

“You have to get him the best doctors, Sis. There might still be hope,” Ricky cried anxiously.

Irene, however, knew that the cancer had advanced to a very late stage if it had actually begun to

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metastasize, and not even surgery could help much.

As she became silent, Ricky demanded, “What, are you going to do nothing?’

Irene simply needed time to calm down. “Go home for now.”

However, Ricky thought that her reaction meant she was still holding a grudge against Lionel, and

therefore indifferent.

“He may have been a little overbearing about your marriage, but he’s your father. He’s sick and almost

dying now-are you so cold that you won’t help?”

“Won’t help?” Irene coolly said. “What do you take me for, some sort of god? His cancer is in its late

stage-no one can help him!”

”

Ricky promptly lost it and screamed, “You heartless bitch! You’ll get your just deserts!

Irene, however, was unmoved. “That would be my own issue. Why are you getting upset?”

“I’m upset because you’re an ingrate! You won’t be here if not for Dad

Nearby, Isaac frowned. Did the boy forget that he was here, yelling at Irene right in front of him?

With a quick gesture, his men dragged Ricky out of the mansion, and Irene did not stop them, watching

as Ricky continued to scream murder at her even as he was taken away.

However, once he was out of sight, she grimaced in misery.

No matter how much spite she felt toward Lionel, her heart still ached to hear that he was terminally ill

After calming down, she picked up a phone to call a specialist she was acquainted with, but eventually

hung up because the other person did not answer.

“Would you like my help?” Isaac asked just then.

Irene shook her head. “No.”

She would look for help on her own, and certainly did not want to bother him.

“You don’t have to hold back,” Isaac said. “If you need help, you just need to ask.”

Irene looked at him then, emotional stirring within her gaze.

Any woman would fall for him when he was being so kind.

Naturally, she was flesh and blood as well, and therefore had feelings. Lowering her gaze, she said,

“Thank you.”

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“You don’t have to thank me,” Isaac replied.

Somehow, things were suddenly polite-even harmonious between them.

Irene certainly was not on edge around him just then!

Next morning, Irene left the mansion with the help of Mrs. Watson and Jimmy the chauffeur.

She first went to the mall, since she should at least get a gift when she was asking for a favor.

Fortunately, she had a lot of money after selling her painting, so she planned to buy something

valuable as a way of sincerity.

She heard that the specialist she knew was a tea connoisseur, so she looked for an exquisite set of

china.

It looked quite expensive, but she took it anyway, and handed over a card to the cashier. “I would like

that gift-wrapped. Here, for the payment.”

The card was the one Isaac had given her, and the cashier respectfully took it with both hands when

she saw it.

While Irene waited, she casually asked, “How much do I have left?”

“Actually, there’s no limit, ma’am. You can use it as much as you want,” the cashier replied.

Irene was dumbfounded.

Perhaps she had misheard?

“What was that? There’s no limit?”

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