The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443

Stephen almost lost his footing the instant he saw Isaac inside the office.

What was he doing here?!

Pulling the doctor aside, he asked softly, "When did he get here?"

"Just now," the doctor replied. "He chased everyone out the instant he arrived. I think he's gathering Dr. Spencer's belongings."

Carr became flustered-Irene repeatedly emphasized the importance that he gathered her belongings.

What was he supposed to do now?

"Is there something wrong, Dr. Carr?" The doctor noticed the look on his face.

Stephen quickly shook his head. "It's nothing. Also, all of you should go about your business instead of standing around.

The doctors dispersed, while Stephen, feeling too guilty to talk to Isaac, turned to leave as well.

He would never dare.

A quietness loomed amid the rows of desks in the office, and Isaac was the only one seated there, at Irene's seat.

There were stacks of books, research papers, patient medical histories, and various receipts on the table.

Only one photo frame stood on top along with those stacks: a simple doodle of Tommy by Irene herself.

In the doodle, the baby was grinning broadly, which revealed his two little baby teeth while he drooled out the corner of his mouth. His little eyes were spirited and were curling into crescents from his grin, even sparkling like stars.

Isaac picked up the photo frame and studied it—it was well drawn, and obvious that Irene put her heart in it.

A doctor who painted, and was good at it.

She wielded a scalpel, but was also a master of the piano.

Her slim figure as she went into the rhythm of a dance was mesmerizing.

That was the woman who suddenly came into her life without a warning, stealing his heart... only to leave him in such a terrible fashion.

Isaac would have been convinced that it was all just a dream if not for Tommy.

Thud!

A pen suddenly rolled off the desk and dropped to the floor.

Isaac reached down for it when he saw another drawer and pulled it.

Inside was the notebook Stephen gave Irene, aligned with an envelope.

Who still sent written letters in this day and age? And to her, no less?