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.”

…

as they headed

him. “You’re happy because

like a bird’s.

gave his little hand

the way, and Irene smiled as she watched him on

staying home for the children was not that bad—her

the day before

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

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

but he was still holding

blanket over him and gave him a peck on the

happily and closed

he was asleep

after she took her bath,

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

herself half a glass

she rested both hands on the

small sip and

drink much and was not used to

but it was

she was sure that Isaac

into the front

opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the ground