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.

himself that it would be nice if James were

since it would take James a long while

he did, he would be working

thought left him feeling

chuckled. “I'd never lie to you. Don't worry—Mr. Jefferson is really

where is

was not lying—

of

hardly as competent as James—she would be

away her phone, Tommy stared at

asked, looking

said, blinking his large, innocent eyes. Irene held his gaze for a while. "You

sternly, "Don't even

she would not go because Isaac told her

be stressed with this condition, and she would wait

not say anything, he was forced to study like a good

Watson as she did not see

told Irene she did not see him,