The Runaway Groom Chapter 838

Over at Jefferson Manor, Henry Jefferson’s funeral was over, and it was now time to deal with Ian Jefferson.

Once James learned that Ian was the one who sent those thugs from before, he unleashed all his fury and indignation on Ian.

Isaac’s phone happened to ring at the time, and as he took it out to answer it, James’s fist landed squarely on the bridge of Ian’s nose, shattering it and making him scream.

Irene heard it even as Isaac started to head outside.

“Yeah?”

Irene was relieved to hear him answer. “What was that?”

“Just James venting,” he flatly replied.

Irene quickly understood what had happened and did not ask anything else.

“I might be home late tonight,” he added.

“Oh,” Irene murmured. “Actually, I was just going to tell you that there’s no one at home. We’re all out.”

“I see. Head home soon, though.”

“Okay.”

“Shall I hang up now?” Isaac asked after a brief silence.

“Okay.”

held Irene’s hand as they headed into the mansion, saying,

lowered her gaze at him. “You’re happy because we went

bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll be even

his little hand a squeeze.

was skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as she

was not that bad—her

even bathed both children for the day before coaxing them to

sitting on the bed as he

get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time to sleep—you can play with

but he was still holding the

pulled his blanket over him and gave him a peck on the

happily and closed his

he was asleep before

past ten after she took her bath, but Isaac

picked up a book to read, but her

half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand out on

her glass as she rested both hands

took a small sip and

did not drink much and

from nearby, but it was

so, she was sure that Isaac

drove into the front porch

alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on forever on the ground under the

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