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.

died a few days ago. Was Irene supposed

Was that even possible?

of person, and there was even less chance of

understood his pain

time,” she said

that,” James said earnestly, feeling that Isaac

someone, but he stayed silent instead, creating a suffocating atmosphere for everyone around

worried that he would get ill if he kept

“Yeah,” Irene said.

“I’ll

nodded, and after James left, she started toward the bedroom when the door to

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

is asleep. I’ll tuck him in first.”

she took it for his silent

room and put him in his crib, he started to twitch and looked like he would wake up, so Irene picked him up

him down and

soon.

door as she left, and flexed her

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

for a moment before

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

as a placid lake, devoid of

chest hurt–she did