The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 843

Although Irene tried to pretend she did not see him, Neil strode up to her and said, "Don't get so full of yourself. You're just lucky my dad is nice—anyone else would be giving you a hard time right now and not let you get off scot-free."

Irene shot him a cool look. "It's like you're saying I should be thanking you for teaching me something."

"No thanks necessary," he said, striding toward the ward while deliberately knocking into her on the shoulder.

Irene remained where she was, but she had to admit that she had definitely learned her lesson.

She had no idea if she would do the same if the same situation happened again—impulsive decisions only led to terrible consequences!

She was lucky this one passed without further issue.

Stepping outside the hospital, she looked up at the skies at the blinding sun.

She had to narrow her eyes, but her lips were curling up into a faint smile.

She started forward as Eagle brought the car, although a familiar car soon arrived and stopped beside hers before she got in.

James Cross then alighted.

"What are you doing here?" Irene asked, already recognizing the car as his and surprised that it actually was.

"Nothing much. Just taking someone to the hospital," James said.

While Irene was curious who it was, Ian Jefferson was dragged out of the car.

Bruised and utterly battered, his skin peeled off wherever he had been hit—by whatever it was James was clobbering him with!

As a doctor who had seen much gore, it was still rare for Irene to see something as bad as that.

James scratched his head. "I wasn't really holding back."

Still, Irene turned away from Ian after looking at him for a while. "He deserved it. No one would miss him if he's dead!"

James pursed his lips. "True."

Irene then told him, "Do what you have to. I'm going now…"

After she got in her car, she wound down the window and looked at James. "Are you letting him live?"