The Runaway Groom

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.”

…

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

him.

bobbing like a bird’s.

little

so happy he was skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as she watched him on cloud

staying home for the children was not that bad—her

the day before coaxing them

put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the paper windmill they bought from the

it, propelling that flap even as Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time to sleep—you can play with

but he was still holding

his blanket over him and gave him a peck on the forehead. “Good

and closed his

sure he was asleep

her bath, but Isaac had yet to

read, but her mind could

such, she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass

swirled her glass as she rested both hands on the railing,

a small sip

not drink much and was not

nearby, but it was too dark for

she was sure that

front porch

towering figure then opened the door alighted, his shadow