The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 361

Irene had seen the person in the photo before–she was sorting a patient’s file for Stephen, and he had told her that

the patient had special privilege.

However, the patient’s photo left an impression on her because she resembled Isaac’s mother.

But why did Isaac have a photo of this woman too? Was she the reason he went abroad?

She spaced out as she pondered when the door suddenly opened.

She looked up and found Mrs. Watson standing there, asking, “Ma’am? Sorry, I thought you were asleep, and I saw

a light in here…”

Irene tucked the photo inside the envelope and returned it on top of the desk. “I was asleep, and was thinking about

reading a book.”

“I see…” Mrs. Watson replied, but she was clearly skeptical.

Irene smiled. “It’s true.”

Mrs. Watsons smiled in return. “And here I thought you can’t sleep because Mr. Jefferson is away.”

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Irene was speechless–did Mrs. Watson read her mind?

Simply plucking a book without really looking, she started to leave. “You should turn in, Mrs. Watson. I’m going to

bed too.”

Mrs. Watson simply kept flashing that I–know–everything smile of hers. “It’s fine, ma’am. You should do whatever

you want to do. I won’t impose.”

Irene smiled feebly–was Mrs. Watson under the impression that she was here to reminisce about Isaac since all his

stuff was here?

She was not that desperate!

He was not gone that long anyway, while she herself was busy and there was also the mess with Whitney. She only

got to miss him around bedtime!

With that, she returned to her bedroom with the book, and fell asleep after reading a couple since she was already

quite tired.

She slept soundly all the way to the next morning.

When she was going to call Stephen, however, she remembered that her phone was still being charged in Isaac’s

study.

She went over to get it, and could not help feeling a little disappointed when she turned it on to find no missed calls.

Naturally, she got a little obstinate as well and decided against calling Isaac, and instead called Stephen.

“Sorry, Dr. Carr–I have something to do this morning, so I’ll be coming in late.”

On the other hand, Stephen thought that the issue with Whitney got to her, and said. “It’s alright–just take the day

off. You don’t have to come in today.”

“No, there’s just something I have to do. I’ll come in later.”

“That’s up to you.”

After ending the call, Irene fed Tommy, who was now weaned–thanks to Mrs. Watson patiently weaning him every

day.

He already resembled Isaac, and would only become more so when he was older, since he was still quite the pudgy

baby at the moment.

Soon, it was eight, and Irene left Tommy with Mrs. Watson before leaving the house.

She was heading to court–Isaac was absent, but she should make the trip there as his wife.

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Quincy appeared utterly enfeebled, with her lips dry, her eyes lifeless, and her cheeks sunken.

She was a shadow of what she was before.

None of the Jeffersons were there–Greg was still bedridden, while lan had his own trial to attend.

“The defendant, Quincy Moore, is hereby found guilty of first–degree murder. In lieu of her horrific crimes which

have an adverse effect on society, the defendant is sentenced to death immediately…”

Quincy did not appear affected at all.

They were all just going through the motions–even her lawyers were there just for show.

She wished she were dead every day that she was kept under police custody, since it had been hell for her.

It was hence almost understandable that she actually laughed when she heard the verdict.

As the police escorted her out of the courtroom, Irene picked up the scent of rot from her, and she looked

physically hurt.

She probably could not get treatment inside…

However, Irene felt no sympathy because Quincy deserved everything coming at her.

It was not as if karma never applied–it was just not the right time.

Nonetheless, as Irene stepped out, Quincy called out to her, “Irene Spencer?” Irene turned to find her smiling

darkly. “Could you pass my message to Isaac?”

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