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.

least do something to get even, or he would have to live

“They are,” his secretary replied. “They haven’t

“Start a search, and reach the culprit before the cops do,” he growled. “No killing, but make sure

yet, her behavior just before that was exceedingly suspicious. That was why he wanted the absolute truth, for he would never allow anyone to mess

replied. Isaac closed

bed for a while, feeling mysteriously

closed his

for the 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 driving up to her. “You never left?” she

work,” the chauffeur replied as he opened the door for her.

Isaac was up to. Why mess around with other women when Whitney was pregnant

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

“Of course, Mrs. Jefferson.”

Henry Jefferson was not

the old man knew that Isaac was a