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.

days ago. Was Irene supposed to

Was that even possible?

person, and there was even less chance

understood his pain

him time,” she

he stays like that,” James

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

would get ill if he kept

“Yeah,” Irene said.

“I’ll be

toward the bedroom

the door, and seeing her, he said, “Come

is asleep. I’ll tuck him in

so she took it for his

his crib, he started to twitch and looked like he would wake up, so Irene picked him up and patted his back gently until he slept

by the time she put him down and left, though Tommy was

soon.

she left, and flexed her wrist as

his towering frame shrouded by the radiant glow of the sun behind him, illuminating his face and portraying

hesitated for a moment before

not even thirty, but he carried an

a placid lake, devoid

hurt–she