The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 446

When the door opened and Irene saw the person standing outside, she exclaimed in surprise, "You?!"

"Stephen contacted me and gave me your address," Mick Gooding told her. "He wants someone to take care of

you, since you've just arrived and probably not used to this place.”

Irene did not let him in immediately-naturally, she had her concerns.

"Don't worry," Mick assured her. "Stephen told me everything-your secret is safe with me."

It was only then that Irene let him in.

While Mick survived a car crash, he was injured considerably. It was only thanks to the advancement of medical

technology that he made a full recovery.

Even so, Yvaine's death still hit him badly-he looked much older now, and the tip of his hair was turning white, as if

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he aged a decade in an instant.

After Mick entered, he gave Irene a business card. "Here's my number and address. Contact me if you need help.”

Irene took it out of politeness. "Thank you."

"You don't have to. I mean, didn't you come here because you helped me, and got into an argument with Isaac?"

Mick asked.

Irene shook her head. "No, it's our own problem-it has nothing to do with you."

"Then may I ask the reason?"

Irene stayed silent, clearly reluctant to tell him.

Knowing that he had stepped out of line, Mick said, "Alright, just pretend I never I never asked."

Irene smiled faintly then, but she clearly appeared enfeebled-she was tired and wanted to rest.

Mick saw that, and got to his feet. "I'll check on you again next time."

Irene walked him out.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and Irene had now been abroad for six months, getting used to the climate and

the work hours.

Things went smoothly at work too-she had been singled out and even harassed, but her enthusiasm and diligence

for medicine slowly earned everyone's approval.

While she worked, she started to further study Minervese. She had been fluent before, but she still needed to learn

more especially if she wanted to apply it with medical jargon as well.

In truth, she knew more than a handful of foreign languages. She was forced to study it even if she did not want to

and had no time for it, but Lionel Spencer had told her to do it or he would stop her from taking her exams for a

medical license.

Lionel had always wanted her to marry into the Jefferson family. From his perspective, a woman who could win a

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man's heart had to be learned in the arts, though knowledge and socializing skills would also play a vital role in the

case of a more successful man, since any woman would be an embodiment of her husband's prestige.

Lionel certainly had vision, rating his own daughter highly from the start and insisting that she win Isaac over.

He would have been pleased if he was not dead, since his plan worked-he just did not live to see Isaac fall for the

daughter he groomed with such painstaking effort.

It was very late and Irene was still in front of her desk, which was piling with stacks of books and notes.

Her hair was loose, hiding her gruesome burn scars so that she only showed the flawless side of her face.

There was a tender look in her eyes beneath the faint glow of the table light, and she put down her pen to put a

hand on her bulging belly, while she stared at her calendar.

It would soon be Tommy’s birthday, and her clock jingled just then, indicating that it was now 12 AM.

She constantly missed her baby and thought of him often, and the arrival of his birthday made him miss her

further.

She then picked up her phone, her fingers clenching over it for a moment as she hesitated, but made the call!

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