The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545

Isaac leaned in and gathered Irene tightly in his arms. "Let's go home when you're better, Irene. Tommy is waiting."

Irene was taken aback even as an ominous feeling seized her.

'Why are you being evasive?" she rasped.

"I..."

Isaac simply could not bring himself to tell her that their child was lost, and he was perfectly aware that she would feel even more miserable than he did.

After all, it grew inside her body...

'L-Look, I know things looked bad, but I'm already eight months in. The child could have survived even if it came prematurely!"

Her voice was choking with tears even as she tried to keep it together. ’ You can't tell me that we lost our child... I won't believe you!"

Ì don't believe it either..." Isaac whispered even as he brushed his cheek against hers.

There was wetness over their skin, but there was no telling whose tears it was.

Nonetheless, Isaac had said enough-their child was gone, and Irene's body trembled with agitation while her face turned pale.

"You said you wanted a daughter, and I hoped so too... She came while I was focused on my career, and we had Tommy already. Even so, I accepted her, and loved her..."

Her lips trembled as her voice broke.

"Urgh..." She suddenly felt a warmness over her groin.

"What's wrong?" Isaac could tell that something was off, but he could not see the blood beneath her blanket.

in the basement..."

Isaac's eyes were red as he squeezed her hand. "I remember. I was furious, thinking that you tried to run away from me."

Irene pursed her lips. "After surviving that, I was able to survive this... Our child has to be as strong as me. So I won't believe anything else-l know that she's fine. Do you get it?"

Isaac held her hand and kissed it firmly. "Yes."

The doctor entered just then and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Isaac rose to his feet right then. Releasing Irene's hand, he lifted the blanket and immediately saw the blood!

As he slowly lifted the rest, he saw that there was a pool of red beneath her, drenching the sheets!

"Postpartum hemorrhage. Prep the patient for surgery, stat."

The hospital staff promptly wheeled Irene to the operating room, leaving Isaac standing.

The bloody sight seemed to stick before his eyes, and Irene lay frailly within that pool of crimson, barely breathing...

As if she would leave him at any moment!

No way! She would be fine!

Or he would fall apart!

"Irene!" he cried as he dashed out of the ward, lunging to her side to hold her again. "Stay with me, please?"