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.”

…

held Irene’s hand as they headed into the mansion, saying, “I’m so happy,

at him. “You’re happy because

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

gave his little

so happy he was skipping all the way,

was not that bad—her sons would

for the day before coaxing them to

put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as

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

then, but he was still holding the paper

pulled his blanket over him and gave

happily and closed

made sure he was asleep before

after she took her bath, but Isaac had yet to

read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her to

glass of wine

she rested both hands on the

small sip

and

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

sure that Isaac

the car drove into the front porch and its

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