The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 893

Isaac used his contacts and influence to pull up Irene's clinic records there.

However, he had no idea what the term 'biochemical pregnancy' meant in Irene's case file.

The gynecologist there hence told him, "To put it simply, it's an extremely early case of miscarriage. The embryo would be flushed out of the uterus before the amniotic sac is formed, and it'd look no different from menstrual bleeding."

In Irene's case, her miscarriage coincided with her period, which passed it off as just that.

Isaac understood then, just as he realized why Irene was apologizing while she was drunk.

His mood was affected considerably, though something else concerned him more.

"Would it affect her health?" he asked.

He knew that Irene had already been hurt during her second pregnancy, and that she could no longer bear another child.

But he was definitely content with both his sons.

The doctor then said, "No, but her health is already not ideal."

Isaac already knew that, so he left the hospital.

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Irene did not head straight home after her hospital trip, and instead made a stop to buy some food ingredients.

There were some recipes she was interested in making, and she went to work as soon as she reached home, washing ingredients and slicing them to the right size for serving.

Isaac reached home later, and he headed to the kitchen since she saw someone there.

He found Irene hard at work with an apron tied around her dainty figure.

She was focusing on marinating the meat before dipping it into batter.

She had a photocopied recipe taped on the wall, and she was working as she referred to it from time to time.

Isaac entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he asked quietly, "What are you making?"

Irene turned, and smiled when she saw him. "Fried butter chicken."

"A new recipe?"

"Yeah," Irene nodded. "I can't just stick to a vegetarian menu every day, can I? I have to add some variety or you'd all get sick of my cooking."

Isaac suddenly grasped her hands and she struggled. "My hands are greasy."

"It's fine," Isaac said, lowering his gaze and holding onto her tightly. "You don't have to cook. We will eat outside."