Chapter 871


    The Runaway Groom Chapter 871


    Irene remained in Mrs. Watson’s ward, waiting for thetter to wake up.


    Mrs. Watson slowly stirred after an hour.


    Her condition was not serious, but it certainly hit out of the blue.


    The surgery she had to take was not major, but it would leave her drained.


    Irene got up and pulled her nket over her shoulder just then, asking, “Are you feeling ufortable


    in any way?”


    Mrs. Watson checked and soon decided that she felt fine aside from feeling lethargic.


    “I’m alright.”


    Irene smiled. “Good. As long as you’re fine.”


    Looking at her just then, Mrs. Watson said, “Your mother won’t be able to manage the whole mansion


    alone…”


    As she spoke, she tried to get up, but Irene held her back, keeping her nket in ce. “Don’t worry,


    and just rest. I can help out at home too, and I can get more help if I can’t. Either way, you don’t have to


    worry about home—just take your time to rest for now.”


    Mrs. Watson sighed. “How could I not worry? I can’t stay here for so long…”


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    “You have to anyway,” Irene told her. “You have to get better before you can help.”


    As such, Mrs. Watson had no choice but to lie down. “Oh… I’m really getting old, getting sick out of the


    blue.”


    “I’ve looked through your CT scans—you’re fine,” Irene assured her. “Just have to take your medicine.


    You have nothing to be afraid about.”


    “I’m not.” Mrs. Watson smiled. “You should go home—someone has to stay there. I don’t need anyone


    with me anyway.”


    However, there was no way Irene would not worry, not to mention that it was veryte and she could


    not get a suitable care worker..


    After much consideration, she called Finn Crowe, who quickly answered.


    He somehow got the news of what was happening and asked as soon as he answered her call,


    “Director Spencer? The police are investigating New Suns Pharma at the moment. Does that mean


    you’re in the clear?”


    “Yeah,” Irene replied. “Right now, I need a favor—”


    “Sure. What is it?” Finn asked, cutting her short.


    “It’s personal,” Irene exined. “I’m not sure if you’re alright with this…”


    “Well, you have to tell me for me to decide, director.”


    Irene knows that it was inappropriate, but she was in a bind and there was no one else she could ask.


    “Someone close to me has fallen ill and she just had a minor surgery at the hospital. I can’t leave her


    alone now, so could youe take care of her? I’ll be back in the morning.”


    “Sure,” Finn answered without hesitation.


    “Thanks!”


    –


    Irene headed home only after Finn arrived at the hospital, and when Sheryl saw her, she asked, “Is


    Mrs. Watson alright?”


    Irene nodded. “Yeah, she just needs a little rest for now.”


    Sheryl was also holding a towel and she was making Tommy’s bed after bathing the boy.


    Irene’s baby then started crying and Sheryl hurried to his room while Irene headed to the kitchen.


    It was still a mess, so she dropped to a crouch, picking up the shattered tes and throwing them into


    the trash can.


    Everything else was put in the basin, and anything that did not fit was ced next to it.


    After wiping the dining table and the floor, Irene put on an apron and did the dishes.


    It was midnight when Isaac returned.


    He headed over to the kitchen since the lights were still on, where he found Irene washing a te.


    Stacks of bowls and tes still stood beside the basin.


    As he entered, he asked, “Why are you doing the dishes? And it’s already thiste.”


    Irene turned toward him and said, “Mrs. Watson was sick and I sent her to the hospital. My mom had to


    take care of the children, and I’m almost done here anyway. You can go to bed now.”


    “I’ll help,” Isaac said as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscr arms.


    “You’re no help,” Ireneughed. “Anyway, how’s Zachary doing?”


    Isaac was silent for a while. “He’s quite tough. He’s finally giving up this time.”


    Irene was slightly relieved at that.


    Isaac started to reach for a te just then and she nudged him with her elbow. “I’m going to be done


    soon—you’d just make things worse. Just take a shower and go to bed. I’ming upstairs soon.”


    “I’ll have Stan hire two good maids to help around the house tomorrow,” Isaac told her.


    “Sure,” Irene replied—there was too much to do without Mrs. Watson around.


    Just as Isaac was about to step out of the kitchen, he remembered something and turned to ask,


    “Erin’s not back yet, is she?”