The Runaway Groom

Chapter 48 When Isaac woke up, his nostrils were stung by the pungent scent of medicine. As he slowly sat up, his secretary came by to help. “Mr. Jefferson.” Isaac waved her off.

“I’m fine,” he said, taking a moment to compose herself before asking, “How’s Stan?”

“He’s unconscious, but the doctor already operated on him, so his life isn’t in danger,” the secretary replied. “The doctor has also advised you to rest since you had a minor concussion. Why don’t you rest a little?”

Isaac remembered the blood on Whitney’s legs just then. Pursing his lips in silence for a while, he eventually ended up asking, “How’s Whitney Cox?”

“The doctor said that she had a miscarriage. She’s fine otherwise apart from minor lacerations. She woke up when I arrived-she’s in the next ward.”

Then, hesitating for a moment, the secretary asked, “Should I call for her?”

Isaac raised a hand to stop her.

He was feeling mixed emotions just then-despite his disgust toward Whitney, and his reluctance to let her be the mother of her child, he had never thought about giving up on his child.

Now, however, the child was gone, and he naturally felt a little sad as a father.

do something to get even, or he would

his secretary replied. “They haven’t

who was relatively unscathed. He clearly saw him climbing out of his car before running away, and he was most likely afraid, possibly because he should not be driving, “Start a search, and reach the culprit before the cops do,” he growled. “No killing, but make sure it’s a lesson to be remembered. Also, summon the doctor who operated on

the absolute truth, for he would never

replied. Isaac closed his

while, feeling mysteriously

down, he closed

day was taking part in an academic conference and left earlier than she did, while giving her permission to end the day early. She was going to get a taxi after stepping out of the hospital when she spotted Isaac’s chauffeur

replied as he opened the door for her. “I will be around from

pursed her lips, unsure what Isaac was up to. Why mess around with other women

seat, he asked, “Are we heading home, Mrs. Jefferson?” Irene hung her head when he said ‘home.’ Was that mansion really her

“Of course, Mrs. Jefferson.”

at Jefferson Manor after twenty minutes, but Henry Jefferson was not home, and his butler Moneypenny had left with

old man knew that Isaac