The Runaway Groom novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645

Before Irene could answer, Isaac promptly said, "No. She's busy-he can talk to me if he wants."

'Master Jefferson says he wants to meet her regardless," Moneypenny insisted.

Isaac had more to say, but Irene stopped him. "I'll go."

She wondered what the old man had to say, too.

Isaac regarded her in silence for heartbeats and nodded. "Go."

Irene hence followed Moneypenny into Henry's ward, where the old man was leaning against the headboard, looking withered and weary.

His eyes were lifeless and yellow, and undoubtedly sickly.

'You're here. It's been a while. How have you been?" he asked amicably.

"Good." Irene replied politely.

"I'm sure you're smart enough to tell why I asked for you, right?" Henry quickly cut to the chase.

Irene, however, decided to play dumb. "Forgive my ignorance, but I don't."

Henry held her gaze for a while. "It seems that after spending so much time with him, Isaac's glib nature has rubbed off on you. You used to be tamer."

Sighing, he said. "I was right-you are the one who could shackle his heart. Well, one wrong move from me led to this whole mess, but since you want to play dumb, I will be frank: Ian is family, and Isaac's cousin. Is he really going to lock Ian up until Ian dies?"

Iren was puzzled.

Why would Henry want to save Ian? Why now?

There was so much time and opportunities he could have done so before this.

'I didn't want to meddle, but I was told recently that I have brain cancer and I won't have long to live. I don't want to die with regrets, which is why I asked for you-please talk to Isaac. He locked up Ian in that asylum for so long his mind has crumbled. He's not going to cause trouble anytime soon."

Irene simply pretended not to hear him, and gave him a simple checkup.

Henry was not lying-the headache seemed to be caused by intracranial pressure.

Soon, Henry began convulsing, and Moneypenny quickly called for a doctor.

Irene kept watching for a while before leaving the ward quietly.

"Let’s go," Issac said when he saw her leave without asking a word about Henry's condition.

Irene followed him in silence.

In the car heading home, she hesitated for a long while before saying, "He's sick and it's serious."

Isaac was lounging in his seat and brushing his fingers through her hair as if he never heard her.

Irene, however, knew that he heard her, and so, she continued. "It's brain cancer."