The Runaway Groom

Chapter 48

When Isaac woke up, his nostrils were stung by the pungent scent of medicine. As he slowly sat up, his secretary came by to help. “Mr. Jefferson.” Isaac waved her off.

“I’m fine,” he said, taking a moment to compose herself before asking, “How’s Stan?”

“He’s unconscious, but the doctor already operated on him, so his life isn’t in danger,” the secretary replied. “The doctor has also advised you to rest since you had a minor concussion. Why don’t you rest a little?”

Isaac remembered the blood on Whitney’s legs just then. Pursing his lips in silence for a while, he eventually ended up asking, “How’s Whitney Cox?”

“The doctor said that she had a miscarriage. She’s fine otherwise apart from minor lacerations. She woke up when I arrived-she’s in the next ward.”

Then, hesitating for a moment, the secretary asked, “Should I call for her?”

Isaac raised a hand to stop her.

He was feeling mixed emotions just then-despite his disgust toward Whitney, and his reluctance to let her be the mother of her child, he had never thought about giving up on his child.

child was gone, and he naturally felt a little sad as

get even, or he would have to

cops involved?” he asked. “They are,” his secretary replied. “They haven’t found out who

saw him climbing out of his car before running away, and he was most likely afraid, possibly because he should not be driving, “Start a search, and reach the culprit before the cops do,” he growled. “No killing, but make sure it’s a lesson to be remembered.

exceedingly suspicious. That was why he wanted the absolute truth, for he would never allow

the secretary replied.

Isaac kept sitting on the bed for a while, feeling mysteriously relieved that he did not have to maintain a

closed his eyes

conference and left earlier than she did, while giving her permission to end the day early. She was going to get a taxi after stepping out of the hospital when she

the chauffeur replied as he opened

women when Whitney was pregnant with his child? Still, she got in and thanked

jogged to the driver’s seat, he asked, “Are we heading home, Mrs. Jefferson?” Irene hung her head when he said ‘home.’ Was

“Of course, Mrs. Jefferson.”

Jefferson was not home,

She was sure that if the old man knew that Isaac was a father now and had