The Runaway Groom

Chapter 123

Moneypenny walked up to Henry. “Sir, don’t you think Master Isaac looks a little upset?”

Henry sighed. “What, can’t you tell?”

Isaac’s stance was only too obvious!

Moneypenny then offered a theory.

“Perhaps he is refusing because he fell in love?”

Henry naturally picked up on it too. “This is all on me. I never did check on Irene Spencer thoroughly before I arranged for her to marry Isaac. And now, it’s going to be difficult to get him to divorce her.”

“You know his temper,” Moneypenny pointed out. “Things will only get difficult if he really doesn’t want a divorce.”

“Not exactly,” Henry countered. “Did you forget that he has an Achilles’ heel?”

Moneypenny was puzzled. “Are you referring to that?”

“Yes. He had always been obsessed with it-the silver crucifix of the girl who had saved him when he was ten, when he fell in the pool. He tried looking for her, and I helped too, but we never could because there were too many people visiting our house on that day.”

“But if we can’t find her after so many years, there’s surely no reason we’re able to do so now?

Moneypenny asked.

”

the point.

Moneypenny appeared confused.

a girl we can count on, and have her

would Master

ten-how many details. can he remember? We just have to

catch on to a little detail. “Yes, but if she showed up out of the blue, Master Isaac would be sharp enough to catch on. Just think about it —why is she

was true. “What do

in Master Isaac’s orbit, and have her inadvertently reveal that she had been here in the past and saved a

a look of approval-it was a good idea, but the question now was: who was the

the sea, sir,” Moneypenny replied when Henry asked. “You

Irene was sitting in a private booth opposite Zachary. He had been drinking himself silly for a while now, as

Isaac left. She wanted to say something to comfort him, but could not find the right

mouthful of alcoholic gas, and pushed himself off the couch, wobbling for a while and grabbing himself another bottle. As he sat,

he drank, he asked, “Tell me, Irene… What’s Lulu’s husband

her lips. “I don’t

was never

in his eyes. She

tiny button,” he rasped as he gestured with his hands. “If only the kid

ramble in silence, suddenly able to understand Zachary’s

her soon, and actually felt a