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.”

…

hand as they headed into

gaze at him. “You’re

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

gave his little hand

skipping all the way, and Irene smiled

staying home for the children was not that bad—her sons

bathed both children for the day before coaxing them to

pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the paper windmill

as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time to sleep—you can play with

then, but he was still

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

happily and

sure he was asleep before going

her

to read, but her mind

headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs

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

a small

drink much and was

nearby, but it was too dark for her to

she was sure that Isaac

into the front porch and

alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the