The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 877

"What?!" Irene exclaimed in shock.

"It's just drunk-driving—it's not that big of a deal," Zachary quickly explained. "I'm basically fine. They're just telling me to have my family get me, but my mom won't come for me since it's been a while since I've been home. That's why I have to call you."

In fact, Mrs. Slate was used to him not going home for up to half a month.

"Should I tell your mom?" Irene asked.

"Nope," Zachary replied.

That left Irene musing. "Was it about last night?"

"Yeah."

Irene was left frowning. "Isaac was just saying that you'd tough it out. Why would you try drinking your sorrows away?"

"It was just a few glasses."

Irene was speechless—a few glasses, and he ended up getting arrested?

"What can I do for you?"

"Nothing. Anyway, time's up. I have to hang up now."

And with that, the call was cut off.

"Haha…"

Tommy was laughing and rolling around on the couch from Erin's tickles.

Irene put down her phone then, rolled up her sleeves, and headed to the kitchen—she had to prepare dinner.

Erin came in as well, offering to help, but Irene told her to play with Tommy.

Seeing Tommy coming to the kitchen as well, Erin said, "Brats don't get to play."

Still, Tommy tugged on her hand. "Please play with me, Aunt Erin…"

"Well, are you a brat?" Erin asked.

Tommy blinked. "What's a brat?"

Irene giggled while Erin was left speechless.

"Why are you laughing, Mommy?" Tommy asked blankly then.

"I'm laughing at your aunt, not you," Irene told him.

Erin scooped Tommy up in her arms then and explained what a brat was.

Irene started cooking and opened the fridge to find it filled with food ingredients.

She did not know that many recipes, however, and just picked the handful that she could make.