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.

nice if James were there to take over this

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

would

very thought left him feeling

never lie to you. Don't worry—Mr.

is he?" Irene

not lying— the doctors had

good care of him,"

Stan was hardly as competent as James—she would be relieved if James was there with

putting away her phone, Tommy stared at her.

Irene asked, looking

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 he

sternly, "Don't even think

go because Isaac told her not

she would wait quietly for him to return after making a

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

Watson as she did not

Irene she did not see him, and Irene whipped out her phone to call