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.”

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

her gaze at him. “You’re happy because we

a bird’s. “Let’s go out more, I’ll

his little

happy he was skipping all the way, and Irene smiled as

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

bathed both children for the day

on the bed as he played with the paper windmill they bought

him to sleep. “It’s almost ten. Time to sleep—you can play with it

he

and gave him a peck on the

and closed his eyes

sure he was asleep before going

past ten after she took her bath, but

her mind could not calm down enough for her to

and poured herself half a glass of wine before returning upstairs to stand out on

hands on the railing,

took a small

much and

approaching from nearby, but it was too dark for

sure that Isaac had

car drove into the front

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

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