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.”

they headed into

gaze at him. “You’re happy because we

nodded, his head bobbing like a bird’s. “Let’s go out more,

gave his little hand a

skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as she watched him on

staying home for the children was not that bad—her sons would at least

both children for the day before coaxing them

was 9 PM when everything was done. Tommy put on his bear pajamas, sitting on

even as Irene tried to get him

reluctantly lay down then, but he

him and gave him a peck on

beamed happily and closed his

was asleep before

she took her bath, but

her mind

such, she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass

both hands on the railing, shaking the

took a small

did not drink much and was not used

was too dark for

sure that Isaac

the front porch and its headlights

figure then opened the door alighted, his shadow seemingly

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