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.”

…

Tommy held Irene’s hand as they headed into the mansion, saying,

him. “You’re happy because

head bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll

gave his little

all the way, and Irene smiled as

was not that bad—her sons would at least be happy,

children for the day before coaxing

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

propelling that flap even as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s

down then, but he was still

pulled his blanket over him and gave him a peck on the forehead. “Good

and closed

made sure he was asleep before

took her bath, but Isaac

she picked up a book to read, but her

herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to

she rested both hands on

a small sip and

much and

nearby, but it was too dark for her

so, she was sure that

drove into the front porch and its headlights

figure then opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly