The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 838

Over at Jefferson Manor, Henry Jefferson’s funeral was over, and it was now time to deal with Ian Jefferson.

Once James learned that Ian was the one who sent those thugs from before, he unleashed all his fury and indignation on Ian.

Isaac’s phone happened to ring at the time, and as he took it out to answer it, James’s fist landed squarely on the bridge of Ian’s nose, shattering it and making him scream.

Irene heard it even as Isaac started to head outside.

“Yeah?”

Irene was relieved to hear him answer. “What was that?”

“Just James venting,” he flatly replied.

Irene quickly understood what had happened and did not ask anything else.

“I might be home late tonight,” he added.

“Oh,” Irene murmured. “Actually, I was just going to tell you that there’s no one at home. We’re all out.”

“I see. Head home soon, though.”

“Okay.”

“Shall I hang up now?” Isaac asked after a brief silence.

“Okay.”

…

they headed into

lowered her gaze at him. “You’re happy because

a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll be

gave his little hand a

skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as she watched

staying home for the children was not that bad—her sons would at

both children for the day

done. Tommy put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the paper

Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost

reluctantly lay down then, but he

gave him a peck on the

beamed happily and closed his eyes

was asleep before going

her bath, but Isaac had yet

book to read, but her mind could not calm

herself half a glass of wine

her glass as she rested both hands on the railing, shaking the pale

took a small

and was not used to the

a car approaching from nearby, but it was too

she was sure

the front porch and its headlights

the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on