The Runaway Groom

Chapter 838

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

lowered her gaze at him. “You’re

nodded, his head bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out

little

he was skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as she watched him on cloud

was not that bad—her sons would at least be

even bathed both children for the day before

9 PM when everything was done. Tommy put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the paper windmill they bought

flap even as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time

down then, but he was still holding

his blanket over him and gave him a peck

beamed happily and closed

was asleep before

after she took her bath, but Isaac

not sleep, so she picked up a book to read, but her mind could not calm down enough

headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning

swirled her glass as she rested both hands

took a small sip and

and

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

sure that

drove into the front porch

the door alighted, his shadow

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