The Runaway Groom

Chapter 401

Isaac looked up at James, staring at him for a couple seconds and growled, “He survived,”

James replied. “Yes, but the driver didn’t.”

“Clean up the mess. Compensate the driver’s family generously.”

“Yes, sir,” James said.

In fact, he felt guilty because the staged traffic accident was meant to kill Mick, only to end up hurting an innocent.

“Also, you should take the trip to Franconia to check on the company for a while, sir,” James added.

“Yeah,” Isaac flatly replied.

His face was impassive, and the air around him seemed cold enough to freeze.

He raised a hand, gesturing to James that he could leave.

He had been sulking for days, and James actually became careful with his words around him.

As he closed the door to the study and saw Irene in the living room, he asked, “Could you show more concern to Mr. Jefferson?”

The atmosphere everyone had to work in was suffocating–even Stan was refusing to show up at Isaac’s home. He used to hate going to the office, but he was now basically camping there and refusing to leave. However, it was not as if Irene did not want to care–Isaac needed time to let his mother’s death sink in.

Yvaine had just died a few days ago. Was Irene supposed to make him laugh

Was that even possible?

never been that type of person, and there

understood his pain

time,”

that,” James said earnestly, feeling that Isaac was brooding too

by yelling at someone, but he stayed silent instead, creating a suffocating atmosphere

worried that he would get ill if he

“Yeah,” Irene said.

“I’ll be going

nodded, and after James left, she started toward the bedroom

he said, “Come

tuck him in first.” Irene

said nothing, so she took it

Tommy’s room and put him in his crib, he started to twitch and looked like he would wake up, so Irene picked him up and patted his back gently

by the time she put him down and left, though Tommy was not waking up

soon.

left, and flexed her wrist as

towering frame shrouded by the radiant glow of the sun behind him,

hesitated for a

studied him in such silence–he was not even thirty, but he carried an air of maturity, composure,

serene as a placid lake, devoid of any

chest hurt–she did not like