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

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

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

gave his little

way, and Irene smiled as she watched

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

both children for the

when everything was done. Tommy put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he

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

he was

him and gave

beamed happily and closed his eyes

made sure he was asleep before

ten after she took her

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

and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand out

rested both hands on the railing,

a small sip

not drink much and was not used to the

it was too dark for

she was sure that Isaac had

car drove into the front

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