The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689

"I don't want to throw away everything I've learned," Irene admitted-she was passionate about her work, and she was convinced that she must not lose herself or give up on her career no matter who she married.

In fact, she wants to be his equal, instead of being a yes-woman-or at least have a career if that was not possible.

Isaac thought about it for a couple seconds. "Would you give up if I said no?"

"I..." Irene trailed off, sending his displeasure.

Before she could come up with something to convince him, he added, "I can give you anything you want."

He was telling her that he could give her everything else.

Irene lowered her gaze. "I insisted on becoming a doctor despite my father's protests. I really love my job."

Isaac simply wiped his face and threw the towel into the basin. "Think again."

With that, he strode out.

Irene tried to follow, wanting to explain that Dennis did not give her much time and she must come to a decision.

"Isaac..."

"I have a lot on my plate."

He really was busy, and had no time to discuss the matter with Irene.

"I'm going now," he said, giving her a peck on the forehead before leaving.

Naturally, being busy was just a part of it-he did not want to argue with her, and he wanted her to give up on her own.

As she planted herself on the couch, Sheryl Harris saw the despondence on her face and came over, asking, "Are you sad that the wedding was called off?"

Irene looked up at her mother then, and remembered how her mother had suffered her father's betrayal.

Irene hence made up her mind-a woman must never give up on their career no matter what.

"No," she said, giving Sheryl a serious look just then. 'Can you take care of my children if I start working again, Mom?"

"Of course!" Sheryl agreed to it without hesitation, since she understood how much trouble Irene went through just to get her medical license in the first place. "You have nothing to worry about. Just focus on your work, and I'll take good care of them!"

"Thanks, Mom," Irene said, wrapping her hands around Sheryl's waist like a spoiled kid.

'That's enough of you. You're a mother of two children-when are you going to grow up if you keep acting so childish?"

'I'm always a child around you." Irene smiled.