The Runaway Groom Chapter 4


    Chapter 4


    Keeping her head down, Irene walked up to her dstone bag, although she did not forget her


    obligation as a doctor.


    “You shouldn‘t let your stitchese in contact with water. Apply antiseptic once per day, and try to


    wear loose clothes that don‘t brush against the stitches.”


    Putting down several small packs, she added, “These are pills for oral use, and this is the antiseptic.”


    “Okay,” Isaac replied tly without turning around. Naturally, Irene said nothing in return, and left with


    her bag


    It was already eleven after she caught a taxi to return to the hospital. She had a simple meal at the


    cafeteria , but was summoned to the hospital chief‘s office once she returned to the clinic.


    III


    His expression was solemn as if there was something he was hesitant to say, but eventually told her,


    “I‘m going to let Whitney Cox take the internship at the Second Militarized Zone.”


    Irene was stunned, but she did not give up immediately.” Didn’t you agree before that I would be


    going?”


    “Well… You know that the state-of-the-art equipment


    we have in the hospital was donated by Light Group, don‘t you? Isaac Jefferson told me to give the


    spot to Whitney, so there‘s nothing I can do there.” Isaac‘s name left Irene a little nervous. While his


    family and hers acknowledged that she was his wife, they had never met–she had only seen his face in


    magazines or on


    TV.


    Still... Isaac and Whitney?


    “So, that‘s how it‘s going to be?” Irene asked calmly, although her heart was pounding.


    “Yes, but don‘t worry-we know very well about your professionalism and ability,” the chief assured her,


    because he held her in the highest esteem among her batch of young doctors.


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    Lowering her gaze, Irene murmured, “I understand.”


    Even if she was Isaac‘s wife, she was forced on him, and insignificant–anything she said would not


    hold sway.


    As such, she understood perfectly that there was no salvaging the situation. She said, “I have two


    surgeries in the afternoon, so I shall get going.”


    The chief sighed. “Of course. Go on.”


    Putting her full concentration on work in the afternoon,


    Irene became exhausted after the two surgeries.


    After washing her hands and taking off her blue scrubs, she was taking a break when Whitney entered


    the room. “Dr. Spencer,” she smiled. “Let me treat you to dinner.”


    “Sorry, but I have something to do tonight,” Irene said, turning down her offer.


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    She and Whitney were colleagues and nothing else. They had never been close, even though they


    were students from the same university and of the same year. However, Whitney had always been


    domineering and a show–off, and loved to put herself against others.


    Irene, on the other hand, kept to her books.


    They were pr opposites, and certainly not besties.


    “I see...” Whitney said, making a face. “There‘s something I wanted to tell you, actually.”


    Irene got up and hung her clothes without looking at Whitney. “Shoot.”


    For some reason, she felt even more eager to keep her distance from Whitney after learning that she


    and Isaac were connected


    “You must have heard, right? I‘m really sorry. I didn‘t know that the chief would”


    “It‘s fine,” Irene said, cutting her short.


    Whitney lowered her gaze for a moment, though an idea urred to her soon enough. “Also, could you


    not tell anyone that I wasn‘t actually in the hospitalst night? I don‘t want trouble before my


    internship...”


    It was a weird reason, but Irene was used to such entricity from Whitney. “Sure, I won‘t.”


    After all, it wasmon to take a shift for a colleague out of the blue, and everyone inevitably had


    emergencies.


    Outside the hospital , the skies were darkening and the streetlights were lit. A luxury MPV was waiting


    outside the hospital. Zachary was inside , bragging. “So? My junior was good, don‘t you think?”


    Isaac was loafing at the backseat, remembering howposed and nimble the woman tended to his


    wounds in the afternoon.


    He certainly acknowledged her ability.


    “There‘s Ms. Cox,” Stan suddenly said in the front row. Isaac wound down his window as Whitney


    walked toward their MPV, and Zachary raised his brow when she saw him. “Whitney Cox?”


    “You know her?” Stan turned to ask.


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    Zachary nodded. “She‘s my junior.”


    Isaac looked up, his eyes shing.


    She had saved himst night, and then tended to his injuries today as well?


    She...


    Even Stan was murmuring in awe. “Is this Cupid‘s arrangement?”


    Zachary frowned in response. “What are you talking about?”


    “Mr. Jefferson.”


    That was when Whitney reached them, cutting their conversation short.