The Runaway Groom

Chapter 668

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Chapter 668

Sheryl smiled as Irene pointed at the expensive-looking boxes piling in the living room.

"Open them and you'll find out."

Irene came to a realization then. "You called me home for these?"

Sheryl nodded and Irene started to open the boxes.

Even as Sheryl stood nearby, her joy could hardly be disguised. Many people came in earlier and moved all these

boxes in here. I wanted to get you, but you weren’t there... Honestly, just look at yourself. How many days has it

only been since your surgery? You're going to be a bride, so you really should consider what you want before you

do it. Do you think it's good to run around in the middle of night while your face is still covered in bandages?"

Irene smiled. "Yeah, I won't do it again."

At the same time, she opened a box to find a pair of diamond-encrusted heels.

As she raised her brow, Sheryl said, "Those would be your wedding shoes."

Irene opened another box to find a tailored gown.

There were over a hundred other boxes, all of them filled with items needed for their wedding.

It seemed that Isaac had recruited a wedding planning company, asking them to list everything they needed. He

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then had his people prepare all of it, handpicking them himself.

"Check them out. We still can change anything that doesn't fit," Sheryl told her.

Irene looked up to find Sheryl smiling. "One of the couriers told me that."

Still, Irene had never married or organized a wedding, so she had no idea what to prepare or what she lacked.

Tugging Sheryl's hand endearingly, she said, "Help me look through these, Mom."

Sheryl held her daughter's gaze just then. She should have been helping with preparations, but she actually did

nothing.

Feeling guilty for putting Irene through so much, Sheryl decided that it was her responsibility as a mother to do

what she could for Irene.

"Alright, just leave it to me." Sheryl smiled, actually very happy about that.

With that, Irene headed upstairs to sleep, since she was still very drowsy.

Meanwhile, the police had completed their investigation of the fire at the Slates' residence.

As it was a fire caused by old circuitry that shorted out, they classified it as an accident.

However, the residence was completely destroyed. It could not be repaired, let alone house anyone-they have to

rebuild it from scratch.

Losses were devastating as everything was ashes.

Still, the safe deposit box was unscathed, and it housed most valuables they had anyway.

Zachary did not want to stay in the many other properties his family owned, however, and instead bought a new

one for himself.

At the same time, Lulu was discharged early since she was not hurt.

She even made food and brought it to the hospital.

Zachary looked apologetic even as he looked on. "You don't have to do this. Running around is tiring-1 can order

delivery, and there's hospital food anyway."

"The food here is bland and terrible." Lulu smiled as she took out the food.

Zachary held her gaze as he said, "Thank you."

Lulu smiled. "You were saying that I used to be very nice to you, right? I'm just doing it again!"

Zachary actually averted his eyes from guilt. "I still wouldn't want you to tire yourself. Are you getting used to your

new home yet?"

"It's fine," Lulu replied. "It's the same servants, although the interior and furnishing is just a little different. Oh, and I

made sure to cook more. I'll bring the rest to your mom's ward."

"I'll come with you," Zachary said, getting off his bed.

"You're hurt," Lulu told him.

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"It's my arm, not my feet." Zachary smiled.

Lulu did not refuse, naturally-she was just going through the motions.

As she arrived at Mrs. Slate's ward, she started to unpack the lunchbox she brought.

However, Mrs. Slate had her own suspicions about Lulu by now.

Even if Lulu was always smiling, soft-spoken and understanding, Mrs. Slate had the nagging feeling that things were

not as they seemed.

It has just been days since they were staying under the same roof, but there was no end of troubles.

She had diarrhea the first day Lulu arrived, and now, a fire almost killed her.

The very thought left her heart pounding in fear.

As such, she sent Lulu away on purpose. "I would like some apples. Could you buy some for me?"

Lulu nodded, but as soon as she closed the door behind her, Mrs. Slate beckoned for her son. "I need to tell you

something, Zachary."

"What is it?"

"I think Lulu might have started the fire..."

Lulu was just outside-she did not actually leave, and she was listening in on their conversation in the ward!

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