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 into the mansion, saying, “I’m so happy,

lowered her gaze at him. “You’re happy

like a bird’s.

his little hand

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

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

both children for the

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

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

down then, but he was still holding

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

and

made sure he was asleep before going

her bath, but Isaac had yet

up a book to read, but her mind could not calm

and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs

hands on the railing,

a small sip

and was not used to

car approaching from nearby, but it was

was sure that Isaac

the car drove into the front porch

towering figure then opened the door alighted, his shadow