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.”

as they headed into the mansion, saying, “I’m

him. “You’re

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

little

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 sons would at

the day

9 PM when everything was done. Tommy put on his bear pajamas, sitting on the bed as he played with the paper

Irene tried to get him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time

reluctantly lay down then, but he was still

blanket over him and gave him a peck on the forehead.

beamed happily and closed

sure he was asleep before going

took her

so she picked up a book to read, but her mind could not calm

and poured herself half a glass of wine

her glass as she rested both hands on the railing, shaking the pale yellow liquid

a small sip and

drink much and was not used

car approaching from nearby, but it was too dark for her to see what it

she was sure that Isaac had

the front

alighted, his shadow seemingly stretching on

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