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.

the child was gone, and he naturally

something to get even, or he would

he asked. “They are,” his secretary

and reach the culprit before the cops do,” he growled. “No killing, but make sure it’s a lesson to be remembered. Also, summon the doctor who operated on Whitney Cox. I want to meet them.” When he saw Whitney bleeding, he was basically convinced

the absolute truth, for he

replied.

while, feeling mysteriously relieved that he did not have to maintain a messy

down, he closed his

hospital early. Her instructor for the day was taking part in an academic 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

you to and from work,” the chauffeur replied as he opened the door

lips, unsure what Isaac was up to. Why mess around with other women when Whitney was pregnant with

jogged to the driver’s seat, he asked, “Are we heading home, Mrs. Jefferson?” Irene hung

“Of course, Mrs. Jefferson.”

Jefferson Manor after twenty minutes, but Henry Jefferson was not home, and his butler Moneypenny had left with

to tell Henry about Whitney’s pregnancy. She was sure that if the old man knew that Isaac was a father now and had a woman he loved, she would