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

was impossible, since it would take James a long while to recover from the injuries

while he did, he would be working alone

very thought left him feeling

never lie to you. Don't worry—Mr. Jefferson is really

where is he?"

he was not lying— the doctors had just come

good care of him," Irene

hardly as competent as James—she would

her phone, Tommy stared

asked, looking

he said, blinking his large, innocent eyes. Irene held his gaze for a while. "You just don't want to study, do you?" Tommy was speechless, realizing that

said sternly, "Don't even think about

go because Isaac told her

he must be stressed with this condition, and she would wait

the other hand, since Tommy could not say anything, he

Mrs. Watson as she did not see

see him,