The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 118

“Yes, there isn’t a limit,” the cashier repeated, and explained, “The spending limit of Centurion Cards is

upward of a billion.”

As a matter of fact, only the super-rich could afford the set of china Irene had picked.

Being an employee there, the cashier had naturally met many such individuals, and more or less

understood the way things worked among the upper-class.

On the other hand, Irene was dumbstruck, but she soon remembered Isaac’s words.

“You can buy anything you want.”

She finally understood that now… but how could she bear to accept so much money from him?

Meanwhile, the cashier had already gift-wrapped the tea set, and Mrs. Watson walked up to carry it for

Irene.

“Your card, ma’am.” The cashier then returned the card, holding it with both hands once

more.

As Irene took it, she suddenly found it so heavy she would drop it–but it was just a card.

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.She thought Isaac was joking when he told her that she loved her, and did not take it seriously.

But why would he give this card to her if he was not serious?

She smiled bitterly-money could really buy a woman’s heart, could it not?

And she was no exception!

In reality, it was not the money, but Isaac’s sincerity-like the tramp who would happily give out all six

coins he had in his pocket to a downtrodden child.

“Where should we go next, Mrs. Jefferson? Are we getting something else?” Mrs. Watson asked softly

when she noticed that Irene was spacing out.

Coming to her senses, Irene said, “No. We’re leaving.”

“Are you realizing that your husband is treating you well?” Mrs. Watson smiled then.

Irene stayed silent, even though she could feel that in her heart.

She would never admit it, however, because there was no way she and Isaac could be real spouses

now she had a child, and it was not Isaac’s.

Would he be willing to be the stepfather to someone else’s child?

Obviously not.

As such, why should she hurt herself over it when she knew what would happen?

Naturally, she would not keep the card either-but now was not the time to worry over this.

Composing herself, she said, “Let’s go.”

She gave the chauffeur the specialist’s address. Luckily, he was at home.

The specialist Dr Kelly was in his fifties and had white hair on his sideburns, but he

appeared very spirited.

“This is a consultation, I presume?” he asked directly.

Irene did not try to hide either. “Yes. My father has late-stage brain cancer. I’m hoping that you’ll pick up

his case.”

Dr. Kelly actually admired Irene as a doctor a while ago, and since she was asking for a family member,

he had even less reason to refuse.

“I will.”

“Thank you,” Irene said gratefully. “I heard that you’re a connoisseur when it comes to tea, so I’ve

prepared a small gift for you.”

As Irene put the china set on the table, Dr. Kelly tried to turn her down. “I can’t accept this…’

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“Please do. I understand that you’re a frugal person, and you agreed to take my father’s case even

though I had not mentioned any reward. That is therefore an entirely different matter from my gift-it’s a

token of sincerity from a former junior associate. I’ve always remembered how you helped me in my

time as a doctor.”

Irene was being very earnest, and as it was his favorite pastime, Dr. Kelly accepted it. “I shall gratefully

accept, then.”

“Of course.” Irene smiled.

With the formalities over, they shared some of their medical knowledge.

Dr. Kelly was good at what he did because his speciality was one particular affliction, and having

worked in the same field for so long, his experience and knowledge was vast.

Irene learned much just by speaking with him, and their conversation lasted until noon.

Dr. Kelly tried to get her to stay for lunch, but Irene felt embarrassed and refused, saying, “I have other

matters to attend to.”

“Of course,” Dr. Kelly replied. “Also, I think I shall check on your father this afternoon.”

“Thank you,” Irene said.

“You’re always welcome,” Dr. Kelly replied.

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