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.”

…

alighted, Tommy held Irene’s hand as they headed into the mansion,

her gaze at him. “You’re happy because we

nodded, his head bobbing like a bird’s.

his little hand a

so happy he was skipping all the way,

children was not that bad—her sons would at least be

children for the day before coaxing

put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed

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

but he

him and gave him

beamed happily and closed his eyes

was

after she took her bath, but Isaac had

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

she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of

glass as she rested both hands on the railing, shaking the pale yellow

a small

drink much and

soon saw a car approaching from nearby, but it was too dark

sure that

the front porch and its

then opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching