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.”

…

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

her gaze at him.

like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll

gave his little hand a squeeze.

was skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as she watched him on cloud

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

the day before coaxing them to

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

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

then, but he

and gave him a peck on the forehead. “Good

beamed happily and closed

sure he was asleep

took her bath, but Isaac

not sleep, so she picked up a book to read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her

headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand out on the

rested both hands on the railing, shaking

small

much and

nearby, but it was too dark for her

was sure

the car drove into the front porch and its headlights

alighted, his shadow seemingly