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

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

his head bobbing like a bird’s.

little hand a squeeze.

was skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as

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

children for the day before

on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the paper

to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time to sleep—you

he was still holding the paper

him and gave

and

he was asleep before

she took her bath, but Isaac

so she picked up a book to read, but her

glass of wine before returning upstairs

glass as she rested both hands on the railing, shaking

small

much and was

it was

she was sure that Isaac

the front

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