The Runaway Groom

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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

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you’re fatigued. Do it for Tommy if not for yourself… I mean, can you even carry Tommy now?”

“Okay,” Irene said, giving in.

“Take your time to rest,” Mrs. Watsons said as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

“Mah–mah…” Tommy blabbed as he leaned in Irene’s arms, his little hands flapping, grabbing her hair one.

moment and her clothes the next.

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

adorable on him.

“Mah–mah… Mah–mah…” he repeated. His fluffy voice could melt any heart, though that was all he could manage

for now.

Irene lay on her side and put a hand around him, gently caressing his little cheek.

Tommy seemed to accept it without fussing, though he was not content with lying down, and started to roll around,

his little feet kicking.

With Mrs. Watson gone for a while now, Irene decided that she really was exhausted, and called Sheryl Harris, who

asked instantly when she was told, “Are you sick?”

“No. I think I’m a little fatigued from work, so I can’t help Mrs. Watson take care of Tommy. She’d probably get

overwhelmed.”

“Alright. Which hospital are you staying in? I’ll be right there,” Sheryl replied.

Irene told her, “Melville.”

Once she hung up, Sheryl hurried to Irene at top speed, and asked the instant she saw her daughter, “What did

your doctor say?”

Irene did not even know who her doctor was, but smiled to assure Sheryl. “I’m fine.”

“Not when you’re bedridden.” Sheryl was at once worried and annoyed that Irene was not taking care of her own

body.

Irene smiled. “Take Tommy home with you. The hospital is no place for a baby to stay.”

“Alright, but what about you?” Sheryl asked.

“Mrs. Watson will return soon,” Irene replied.

“Okay,” Sheryl nodded, and walked over to pick up Tommy.

The baby was asleep but holding on to Irene’s hair, and Sheryl had to gently pry his little fingers off.

“Uh…”

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

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Sheryl sat beside her bed and watched her. “I could tell that you were tired days ago, and now you’re losing weight.

Be honest–you had a fight with Isaac, didn’t you?”

Irene kept her eyes on Tommy to avoid looking at Sheryl. “You’re really imaginative.”

“Am I? I just want the best for you, or do you not want me to?”

“Things are fine with Isaac. We’re not fighting,” Irene told her.

“That would be for the best. Also, you’re a woman, so you shouldn’t be so eager to get ahead in life–try to pay

Isaac more attention instead of your career. Family comes first, career second…”

“That’s what you did, and were you happy?”

Irene snapped in her reluctance to listen to Sheryl drone on, but regretted that as soon as she said it. “I’m sorry…”

However, Sheryl did not blame Irene–she did mess up her own marriage, though it still hurt that her own daughter

hit her in her Achilles‘ heel.

Picking up Tommy, she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Tommy.”

“Mom…” Irene murmured guiltily.

“That’s enough. I’m not upset, alright?” Sheryl said, cutting her short. “Now, rest.”

“Okay,” Irene replied.

Soon after Sheryl left, the door opened again, and Irene looked up.

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