The Runaway Groom Chapter 49


    Chapter 49 Irene decided that she would be out online if she kept her ce as Mrs. Jefferson.


    Nearby, the leaves on a tree were rustling from the touch of a slightly chill breeze. It was the early days


    of autumn, and the sun was much milder.


    Tightening her clothes, she hurried along, having nned to cook dinner for Isaac tonight before asking


    for a divorce.


    That was when a car suddenly screeched to a halt, blocking her path while several men quickly


    alighted. Without saying a word, one of them pulled a ck sack over her head while another sped a


    hand over her mouth, dragging her into the car before speeding off.


    “Oof-” Irene was immobile andpletely under their control. There was no telling how long had


    passed when she was finally dragged out of the car. Although the ck sack still kept her blind, no one


    was keeping her from talking. “Who are you people? Why did you kidnap me?” “CLOUD B, 778VQ-


    that’s your car, isn’t it?” “Yes,” Irene replied. Her mother had spent all her savings to buy her that SUV


    when she got a job, saying that it was to make going to work convenient. She had always been driving


    it as well, but left it at Spencer Mansion ever since she married Isaac.


    “What’s the-”


    Before she could finish her question, however, one of the men kicked her viciously, and she curled into


    herself while trembling in pain.


    “What are you… Argh!” In no time at all, she was being hit in the back, her feet, and her hip. She was


    being clobbered, and she arched her back to shield her belly even as she groaned in pain! “Who are


    you people…?” She was trembling and sweating bullets, barely having the strength to speak. “Why are


    you doing this…?” “It’s your own fault for not keeping your eyes on the road and for running away after


    that car crash.”


    Irene was dumbstruck. “I haven’t driven that car in two months…”


    “Don’t lie. We’ve checked-that SUV was registered under your name.”


    A foot thenunched toward her belly twice.


    Irene tried her best to shield her stomach, but she did not manage to protect her child. She could feel


    the dull pain in her belly already. “Don’t you know who you’ve hit? That was Mr. Jefferson’s car! You


    must have a death


    wish!”


    Sweat asrge as beads was trickling out from her forehead, and she felt no pain even though her nails


    were digging into her own skin. There was hate and despair in her eyes, even as she murmured


    through her pale lips, “You mean… Isaac Jefferson?” “Who do you think you are, saying his name?!”


    Nheless, the man stopped when they saw her bleeding between her legs-their orders were to give


    the culprit a lesson to remember, and to cause no deaths.


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    With that, they left her in the middle of nowhere.


    Irene was unable to move as every inch of her body hurts terribly. It was with much difficulty that she


    finally reached her phone and called Zachary’s number. The call was soon answered, and she sobbed,


    “Save me… You have to save my children.” “Where are you?!” Zachary asked urgently. Irene feebly


    pulled the ck sack off her face and looked around it was a wastnd, so she had no idea. “Send me


    your location.” Irene quickly did so, and as she waited for Zachary, she tried her best to keep herself


    stable, but she was already bleeding down her legs. Knowing that nothing could be done, she slowly


    closed her eyes, her tears trickling off her cheeks and falling to the dirt below.


    When Zachary arrived, she found Irene lying on the dirt and appeared in a bad shape. He scooped her


    up in his arms, striding forward while assuring her, “You’ll be fine. I’m going to save you.” “Can you


    save my children?” Irene groaned hoarsely,


    Zachary then noticed that her pants were dyed crimson.


    He turned silent–nothing could be done now, because a miscarriage was almost assured.


    Even so, he told her, “I’ll do whatever I can.”


    Gentlyying her in his car, he drove off at top speed.


    Sheryl arrived at Spencer Mansion.


    She did not tell Irene that she was getting discharged, because she wanted to resolve her own issues.


    After all, she had been a burden to her own daughter for too long, and she must not keep burdening


    her.


    She has returned to the mansion to pick up her daughter’s belongings and to discuss a divorce with


    Lionel.


    She had the keys to the mansion, but just as she was about to enter, she heard the cries of panic


    within.