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

at him. “You’re happy because we went

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

his little hand a squeeze.

was skipping all the way, and

not that bad—her sons would at

for the day before coaxing

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

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

then, but he was still holding

gave him a peck on the

beamed happily and closed his

was asleep before

was past ten after she took her bath,

not sleep, so she picked up a book to read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her to take the

a glass

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

small

not drink much and

soon saw a car approaching from nearby, but it was

she was sure that

into the front porch and

his shadow seemingly stretching