The Runaway Groom

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The Runaway Groom Chapter 843

Although Irene tried to pretend she did not see him, Neil strode up to her and said, “Don’t get so full of yourself.

You’re just lucky my dad is nice—anyone else would be giving you a hard time right now and not let you get off scot-

free.”

Irene shot him a cool look. “It’s like you’re saying I should be thanking you for teaching me something.”

“No thanks necessary,” he said, striding toward the ward while deliberately knocking into her on the shoulder.

Irene remained where she was, but she had to admit that she had definitely learned her lesson.

She had no idea if she would do the same if the same situation happened again—impulsive decisions only led to

terrible consequences!

She was lucky this one passed without further issue.

Stepping outside the hospital, she looked up at the skies at the blinding sun.

She had to narrow her eyes, but her lips were curling up into a faint smile.

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She started forward as Eagle brought the car, although a familiar car soon arrived and stopped beside hers before

she got in.

James Cross then alighted.

“What are you doing here?” Irene asked, already recognizing the car as his and surprised that it actually was.

“Nothing much. Just taking someone to the hospital,” James said.

While Irene was curious who it was, Ian Jefferson was dragged out of the car.

Bruised and utterly battered, his skin peeled off wherever he had been hit—by whatever it was James was

clobbering him with!

As a doctor who had seen much gore, it was still rare for Irene to see something as bad as that.

James scratched his head. “I wasn’t really holding back.”

Still, Irene turned away from Ian after looking at him for a while. “He deserved it. No one would miss him if he’s

dead!”

James pursed his lips. “True.”

Irene then told him, “Do what you have to. I’m going now…”

After she got in her car, she wound down the window and looked at James. “Are you letting him live?”

“I’d rather he die,” James replied. “But killing him so easily would be letting him off easy—anyway, I heard there’s

many patients here, and they need B-type blood donors. He happened to be B-type, so I was going to have him

donate some.”

Irene thought James was going to seek medical help for Ian, and then torture him again.

It turned out that James, like Isaac, detested villains and would not hold back when they got going!

“That’s about what he’s worth now, saving people with his blood,” Irene said icily before turning back to James with

a gentle smile. “Anyway, I heard you made up with Erin. When did that happen? I never knew.”

James grinned. “Not entirely. We weren’t together that long and were already discussing marriage, so this is a good

opportunity to reevaluate.”

“That’s good,” she said, and waved. “I’m going now.”

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Irene returned to Hotmesh Research—she had not been there ever since what happened to Dennis.

When he saw her, Finn Crowe promptly ran up to her with his phone in hand. “Director Spencer, you have to see

this.”

He played a video of Dennis being interviewed.

There was coverage everywhere of the successful artificial heart transplant, but Dennis fainted in the middle of the

interview.

As the scene erupted in a pandemonium, he was rushed to the emergency room!

Irene frowned.

How?! Dennis was just fine when she arrived!

That was when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

“What’s wrong?” Finn asked.

Irene continued to clutch at her stomach, her back arched from the pain. “Stomach ache… but it really hurts… But

right now, you’re coming with me to the hospital. We need to find out what happened.”

“You were just there—”

“Can’t help it,” Irene grunted even as her face turned pale. “Help me walk.”

“Okay,” Finn said, and he did as he was told.

As they left the building, Eagle hurried to them when he saw Irene needed help walking. “Are you sick, ma’am?”

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