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.

he could tell her right then that it was all because

honors he earned over

as ruthless as he

to pick up on what he was thinking,

spend with my family too, "

his life's work was gone

subject and asked, "How are things over

too,” Irene replied. "I'll have my papers published

it," Stephen told her-he had been keeping a constant

Irene had improved and enriched her knowledge

a few more exchanges, they hung up, and Irene lay in bed, watching the

Isaac alighting from a car

video clearly captured

self in the months

content with staying in his arms, and was grinning

smiled as well-her baby was doing fine with

her phone, she looked outside the window as faint moonlight

clear illumination over the wrinkled, scarlet burn scars on her right cheek

crystalline tear trickled off the

lrene was going to leave her apartment in the morning, asking,

time at work in Mead Clinic and always returned home

not get to see her much at