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.”

hand as they headed

gaze at him. “You’re happy

like a bird’s.

little hand

the way, and Irene smiled as she watched him on

that bad—her sons would at least be happy,

even bathed both children for the day before coaxing

on the

that flap even as Irene tried to get him to

reluctantly lay down then, but he was

his blanket over him and gave him

and closed

he was asleep before going

she took her bath, but Isaac

to read, but her mind

such, she headed downstairs and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning

hands on the railing, shaking the pale yellow

a small sip

and

a car approaching from nearby, but it was

so, she was sure that Isaac

into the front porch and

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

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