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.

a few days ago. Was

Was that even possible?

had never been that type of person, and there was even less chance of it happening

understood his

time,” she said

it’s worrying that he stays like that,” James said earnestly, feeling that Isaac

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

worried that he would get ill if

“Yeah,” Irene said.

“I’ll be

James left, she started toward the bedroom

the door, and seeing her, he said, “Come in. I

is asleep. I’ll tuck him

said nothing, so she took it

looked like he would wake up, so Irene picked him up and patted his back gently

time she put him down and left, though Tommy was not

soon.

gently closed the door as she left, and flexed her wrist as she

the door, Isaac turned toward her, his towering frame shrouded by the radiant glow of the sun behind him, illuminating his

hesitated for a moment

studied him in such silence–he was not even thirty, but he carried an

as a placid lake,

so, Irene’s chest hurt–she did not like this

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