The Runaway Groom Chapter 361
Chapter 361
Irene had seen the person in the photo before–she was sorting a patient’s file for Stephen, and he had
told her that the patient had special privilege.
However, the patient’s photo left an impression on her because she resembled Isaac’s mother.
But why did Isaac have a photo of this woman too? Was she the reason he went abroad?
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She spaced out as she pondered when the door suddenly opened.
She looked up and found Mrs. Watson standing there, asking, “Ma’am? Sorry, I thought you were
asleep, and I saw a light in here…”
Irene tucked the photo inside the envelope and returned it on top of the desk. “I was asleep, and was
thinking about reading a book.”
“I see…” Mrs. Watson replied, but she was clearly skeptical.
Irene smiled. “It’s true.”
Mrs. Watsons smiled in return. “And here I thought you can’t sleep because Mr. Jefferson is away.”
Irene was speechless–did Mrs. Watson read her mind?
Simply plucking a book without really looking, she started to leave. “You should turn in, Mrs. Watson.
I’m going to bed too.”
Mrs. Watson simply kept shing that I–know–everything smile of hers. “It’s fine, ma’am. You should do
whatever you want to do. I won’t impose.”
Irene smiled feebly–was Mrs. Watson under the impression that she was here to reminisce about Isaac
since all his stuff was here?
She was not that desperate!
He was not gone that long anyway, while she herself was busy and there was also the mess with
Whitney. She only got to miss him around bedtime!
With that, she returned to her bedroom with the book, and fell asleep after reading a couple since she
was already quite tired.
She slept soundly all the way to the next morning.
When she was going to call Stephen, however, she remembered that her phone was still being charged
in Isaac’s study.
She went over to get it, and could not help feeling a little disappointed when she turned it on to find no
missed calls.
Naturally, she got a little obstinate as well and decided against calling Isaac, and instead called
Stephen.
“Sorry, Dr. Carr–I have something to do this morning, so I’ll being inte.”
On the other hand, Stephen thought that the issue with Whitney got to her, and said. “It’s alright–just
take the day off. You don’t have toe in today.”
“No, there’s just something I have to do. I’lle inter.”
“That’s up to you.”
After ending the call, Irene fed Tommy, who was now weaned–thanks to Mrs. Watson patiently weaning
him every day.
He already resembled Isaac, and would only be more so when he was older, since he was still
quite the pudgy baby at the moment.
Soon, it was eight, and Irene left Tommy with Mrs. Watson before leaving the house.
She was heading to court–Isaac was absent, but she should make the trip there as his wife.
Quincy appeared utterly enfeebled, with her lips dry, her eyes lifeless, and her cheeks sunken.
She was a shadow of what she was before.
None of the Jeffersons were there–Greg was still bedridden, whilen had his own trial to attend.
“The defendant, Quincy Moore, is hereby found guilty of first–degree murder. In lieu of her horrific
crimes which have an adverse effect on society, the defendant is sentenced to death immediately…”
Quincy did not appear affected at all.
They were all just going through the motions–even herwyers were there just for show.
She wished she were dead every day that she was kept under police custody, since it had been hell for
her.
It was hence almost understandable that she actuallyughed when she heard the verdict.
As the police escorted her out of the courtroom, Irene picked up the scent of rot from her, and she
looked physically hurt.
She probably could not get treatment inside…
However, Irene felt no sympathy because Quincy deserved everythinging at her.
It was not as if karma never applied–it was just not the right time.
Nheless, as Irene stepped out, Quincy called out to her, “Irene Spencer?” Irene turned to find her
smiling darkly. “Could you pass my message to Isaac?”