The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 593

Chapter 593

Ember turned to find that it was Zachary, and her expression turned from savagery to tenderness in a split second.

However, even before she could cajole him, Zachary spoke. "I told them not to let her in."

Ember’s face fell, her visage turning ferocious again as her voice turned shrill, "We aren’t divorced yet! You have no right!"

"So what if we aren't divorced?" Zachary said flatly. "I won't let you in either way. What can you do about it, hmm?"

Ember's eyes widened-she had never expected Zachary to become like this, and there soon spite showed in her look of disbelief as well.

She should have seen him for what he really was, instead of believing his lies! To think that she believed him!

"Zachary Slate!!!" she screamed.

Zachary simply ignored her and said, "You're not coming in if you're not signing the divorce agreement. You returned so quickly because you wanted money, didn't you?"

Ember blinked.

"Y-You're heinous," she snarled.

"I got that from you," he said coolly, and headed inside.

Ember tried to follow, but was stopped again, leaving her stamping her feet out in the courtyard.

Even so, she refused to accept defeat and sign the divorce agreement.

Over at Hotmesh Research, Irene and the researchers had developed an antidote for the virus.

However, it was still at the testing stage, and since animal testing took time with a long observation time frame as well, Irene decided to test it on herself.

"I'll do it instead!" Stephen Carr volunteered, worried about her body.

Irene shook her head-her son's life was on the line, and the test could potentially be lethal or worse, crippling.

She would not play around with another person's life.

Bzzt...

Irene's phone buzzed just then and she whipped it out to see that it was a text.

Stephen nodded in turn and flashed her a grin. "Fair enough-but you haven't had any rest for days now. There's plenty of people around to keep things going, so get some rest. We'll call you the instant there's any development."

"Okay," Irene replied, rubbing her arm-she had been staying in the lab for over a dozen hours, and her vision was getting fuzzy from reading data and looking through microscopes.

She certainly needed the rest, and she also needed to check on Tommy.

Right now, Sheryl Harris and Mrs. Watson were caring for him around the clock to avoid another high fever.

His fever was low at the moment, but the rash was getting worse.

Irene was worried, and would constantly travel between her house and the lab.

Thankfully, Isaac's arrangements were perfect-she did not have to worry about safety or she would die from exhaustion.

In fact, she had been losing a lot of weight.

She washed her hands once she returned to the mansion and quickly went inside Tommy's room to check on him.

He was asleep.