The Runaway Groom

Chapter 447

Irene's call was soon answered. "Is there a problem? Why are you calling at this hour? It must be midnight over there..."

Irene had been keeping contact with Stephen over the last six months, and he occasionally took photos or videos of Tommy there.

In fact, he recently sent her a video of Tommy, but she was now calling him again, intent on asking for more favors despite it although she would be asking too much.

But it was Tommy's birthday.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Stephen noticed her silence. "Like I said, I've already gathered the stuff you left on your desk."

Stephen did not dare to tell her the truth. Knowing that she would get worried, he decided to just tell her that she took everything- she was not going to find out from over there anyway.

Irene said softly, "I know, but that's not what I'm asking about. It's my son's birthday...”

"It took me over a month to get that video for you," Stephen told her.

It was certainly difficult for Stephen to reach Tommy, what with Sheryl and Mrs. Watson watching, as well as the bodyguards keeping watch.

"I won't impose, then,” Irene said, understanding his point.

Stephen realized then that he was a little harsh, and sighed. "Sorry, I've just retired and I'm not in a pleasant mood. I shouldn't have thought like that.”

"But you're not at the age to retire," Irene pointed out.

tell her right then that it was

and honors he earned over

certainly as

what he was thinking, too. "Is Isaac harassing you because he

my family too, " Stephen said, but even the look on his

since his life's work was gone

he changed the subject and asked, "How are things over

is going smoothly too,” Irene replied. "I'll have my papers published next

to read it," Stephen told her-he had been keeping

had just been six months, but Irene had improved and enriched her knowledge so much he could

exchanges, they hung up, and Irene lay in bed, watching the video Stpehen

alighting from a car with Tommy in

second, but the video clearly captured Isaac's towering figure and

mesmerizing self in

in

baby was doing

window as faint moonlight spilled

wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on her right

slowly closed her eyes, a crystalline tear trickled off the corner of her eye and disappeared in

to leave her apartment in the morning, asking, "Would

been spending most of her time at work in Mead Clinic and always returned home

not get to see her much at