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.

he naturally felt a little

least do something to get even, or he

secretary

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. Also, summon the doctor who operated on Whitney Cox. I want to meet them.” When he saw Whitney

was why he wanted the absolute truth, for he would never allow anyone to mess with him on this

the secretary replied. Isaac

her, Isaac kept sitting on the bed for a while, feeling mysteriously relieved that he did not have to maintain a messy relationship with Whitney because of their

down, he closed his

left the 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 when she spotted Isaac’s chauffeur driving

the chauffeur replied as he opened the door

unsure what Isaac was up to. Why mess around with other women

hung her head when he said ‘home.’ Was that mansion really her home? Shaking her head,

“Of course, Mrs. Jefferson.”

but Henry Jefferson was not home, and his butler

knew that Isaac