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 alighted, Tommy held Irene’s hand as they

gaze at him. “You’re

head bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s

gave his little hand a squeeze.

way, and

staying home for the children was not that bad—her

for the day

bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played

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

he was still holding the paper

his blanket over him and gave him

beamed happily and closed

sure he was asleep before

took her bath,

up a book to read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her to take

half a glass of

as she rested both hands on the railing, shaking the

small sip and

much and was

a car approaching from nearby, but it was too dark for her to see what

she was sure that Isaac

front

figure then opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly