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 headed into the mansion, saying,

him. “You’re

Tommy nodded, his head bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll

gave his little hand a

skipping all the way, and Irene smiled

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

for the day before coaxing them

bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the paper windmill they bought from the amusement

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

he was

his blanket over him and gave

happily and closed his eyes

sure he was asleep before going

after she took her bath, but Isaac had yet

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

downstairs and poured herself half a glass of

her glass as she rested both hands on the railing,

small sip and

did not drink much and was not used

was

was sure

front porch and

alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the ground under the