The Runaway Groom Chapter 1013

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Irene did not manage to find Isaac's ward from the receptionist, so she had to talk to the doctor.
She headed to the VIP ward on the top floor and ran into Stan, who was speaking to the attending
physician.
"Stan,” she called out to him.
Stan turned toward her and was left gaping when she saw that it was her. "M-Ma'am!" he exclaimed as
he hurried to her. "What are you doing here?" Irene smiled. "Can't I come?"
Stan quickly shook his head. "No, it's just quite sudden. Why didn't you call? H
Irene raised a brow. ‘Did I come at a bad time?"
Stan shook his head again. "No..."
Irene simply strode past him toward the doctor-lsaac never did tell her about his condition, and she
naturally should find out first.
"Excuse me, but when are Mr. Jefferson's eyes expected to recover?"
The doctor stared at her in turn. "And you are...?"
"His wife,” Irene replied.
"Oh!" the doctor exclaimed, coming to an understanding just then. "You were the one who contacted
me at the time."
"Yes." Irene nodded."Anyway, the patient is expected to be discharged in under a month," the doctor told her.
"Thank you," Irene replied.
For her, it did not matter if it took a while, as long as Isaac could see again.
The doctor was busy, so he excused himself after informing her about some matters to take note of.
Irene turned toward Stan, who smiled awkwardly as she approached her." Mrs. Jefferson..."
Isaac did not want her around because he was worried she would be in danger, and so that she did not
have to see his miserable state.
Irene knew that Isaac had his own misgivings, but they were married-she loved him no matter what
state he was in.
"Take me to his ward," she said.
"Should I tell him first?" Stan asked in return.
"Just tell me where it is, and I'll go in. You don't have to follow me or enter. He might think it's you."
What was that supposed to achieve?
Still, he had no choice just then.
"Okay." Stan sighed. "Come with me."
Isaac's ward was the last one along the walkway, though it was more a house than a ward.
It was huge, and there was everything one would need in there.
Naturally, staying there cost a lot as well.Arriving outside, Stan lowered his voice and said, "Here it is."
Irene nodded. "Just wait outside."
Stan nodded in understanding. "No one would interrupt."
Irene pushed the handle and opened the door then.
It was quiet inside-the curtains were half-drawn, and the faint sunshine spilling in offered warmth.
It was white and clean inside, and she stepped through the inner door.
There was only one bed in the large room-it was not your usual hospital bed either, since this was
much larger. Still, although it resembled a normal bed, it had the function of a hospital bed as well.
Isaac lay in bed, his eyes blindfolded with a long strip of gauze.
He heard the door open, and thinking that it was Stan, he said, "Get me a glass of water."
Irene looked around the room,and saw the glass on the table and a jug next to it. She headed over to
pour out a glass, and Isaac held up his hand as she walked to the side of the bed.
Irene understood the gesture and handed him the glass, while he turned slightly and sat up to drink.
After he drank half of it, he held up the glass in the air. "Here."
Irene took back the glass and put it on top of the bedside table.
There was also a white crystal vase on it, containing several tulips.
It was obvious that Stan did not put it there, however. Men were never that meticulous-it had to be
arranged by the hospital.She sat beside the bed, her eyes narrowing at the man in the bed.
Sensing that she was sitting down, he frowned and asked, "What the hell are you playing at, Stan?"