The Runaway Groom

Chapter 123

Moneypenny walked up to Henry. “Sir, don’t you think Master Isaac looks a little upset?”

Henry sighed. “What, can’t you tell?”

Isaac’s stance was only too obvious!

Moneypenny then offered a theory.

“Perhaps he is refusing because he fell in love?”

Henry naturally picked up on it too. “This is all on me. I never did check on Irene Spencer thoroughly before I arranged for her to marry Isaac. And now, it’s going to be difficult to get him to divorce her.”

“You know his temper,” Moneypenny pointed out. “Things will only get difficult if he really doesn’t want a divorce.”

“Not exactly,” Henry countered. “Did you forget that he has an Achilles’ heel?”

Moneypenny was puzzled. “Are you referring to that?”

“Yes. He had always been obsessed with it-the silver crucifix of the girl who had saved him when he was ten, when he fell in the pool. He tried looking for her, and I helped too, but we never could because there were too many people visiting our house on that day.”

“But if we can’t find her after so many years, there’s surely no reason we’re able to do so now?

Moneypenny asked.

”

“That’s not the point. The point

Moneypenny appeared confused.

fool,” Henry chuckled. “We just have to find a girl we can count on, and have her tell him that she’s the one

“But would

We just have to tell our girl every detail we know, and Isaac will buy

up out of the blue, Master Isaac would be sharp enough to catch on. Just think about it —why is she showing up now, just as you’re trying

realized that it was true. “What

appreciate in Master Isaac’s orbit, and have her inadvertently reveal that she had been here in the past and saved a boy. That

good idea, but

the sea, sir,” Moneypenny replied when Henry asked. “You can take your

was sitting in a private booth opposite Zachary. He had been drinking himself silly for a while now, as he was

left. She wanted to say something to comfort him, but could not find

he burped a mouthful of alcoholic gas, and pushed himself off the couch, wobbling for a while and grabbing himself another bottle. As he sat, he missed the couch and dropped on the floor on his posterior,

“Tell me, Irene… What’s Lulu’s husband

lips.

Lulu was never in another

sip as well, Zachary was mumbling blankly while misery showed in his eyes.

he rasped as he

him ramble in silence, suddenly able to understand

might divorce her soon, and actually

knew she should not feel that