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.”

…

hand as they headed

at him. “You’re

bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll

his little

all the way, and Irene smiled

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

both children for the day before coaxing them

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

at it, propelling that flap even as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time to sleep—you can play with it

down then, but he was

him and gave him a peck

and

he was asleep before

took her bath, but Isaac had

a book to read, but her mind

half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand out on

her glass as she rested both hands on the

took a small

not drink much and was not

but it was too

so, she was sure that

into the front

figure then opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on