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. “You’re

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

little

all the way, and Irene smiled as

children was not that bad—her sons would at least be happy,

the day before

pajamas, sitting on the bed as he

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

then, but he was still

over him and gave

beamed happily and

he was asleep before

ten after she took her bath, but Isaac had yet

book to read, but her mind could not calm down enough for her to take the words

herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs

her glass as she rested both hands on

took a small

did not drink much and

it was too dark for her to

so, she was sure that Isaac had

the car drove into the front porch and

door alighted, his shadow