The Runaway Groom

Stan said, "It's me, Mrs. Jefferson.”

Irene’s eyes lowered slightly and said flatly, "Yeah."

"The crisis is over for now," Stan continued. "You can move back to the castle.”

The mastermind, Hector, had been deported back to Zidonia and would be sentenced to death in no time at all since he was responsible for a handful of deaths.

"Okay," Irene replied and quickly asked about Isaac. "Did the doctors say when he'll be better?"

Stan was silent for a while before answering, "The doctor said soon." Irene did not even need to guess—while Stan paused, he was actually asking Isaac what to say.

"Stan, is he hiding something from me?" she asked then with a threatening edge in her voice.

Stan was speechless.

He felt so awkward being caught in the middle!

He certainly would not dare to speak out of turn where Isaac was concerned, but that meant he had trouble answering Irene too.

If he said something wrong, he would have to suffer Isaac's abuse.

it would be nice if James

he knew that that was impossible, since it would take James a long while to

he would be working alone

very thought left him feeling

he chuckled. “I'd never lie to you. Don't

is he?" Irene

replied, and he was not lying— the

good care of him," Irene

one around Isaac, and she knew Stan was hardly as competent as James—she would be

up and putting away her phone, Tommy

asked,

visit Daddy, okay?" he said, blinking his large, innocent eyes. Irene held his gaze for a while. "You just don't want to study,

sternly, "Don't

not go because Isaac

be stressed with this condition, and she

other hand, since Tommy could not say anything,

she did not

see him, and Irene whipped out her phone