The Runaway Groom
Chapter 11

The sudden bellow startled Irene, and as she spun around, sheinadvertently knocked the box, sending it crashing to the floor with aloud bang!

Isaac was glaring at her, and he appeared at once incensed andmurderous!

Flustered, she quickly explained, "I-It was an accident..."

She dropped to a crouch and tried to pick it up, but she felt somethingcatching her wrist before she could reach the box, and the weightbehind the grip threatened to crush her bones.

It was agony—her hand could have fallen off just then, and she wassweating from the pain.

"Keep your dirty hands away from it!" Isaac yelled in rage, his eyes redas he promptly flung Irene away.

Caught off guard, she stumbled backward and hit her head against thecorner of a wardrobe nearby. The ensuing pain seemed to cut into herheart and numbed her. There was a dull ring in her head, and she couldfeel something warm flowing out—she reached out and felt around theback of her head; it was sticky.

Unsurprisingly, it was blood, but it was not much.

She looked up and saw through her disheveled locks of hair that Isaacwas carefully picking up the box. His reaction alone made it obvioushow important the box was to him.

He opened it lest the contents were destroyed before carefully studyingit.

Still, it appeared that the box had protected the contents.

He felt a sense of relief, but the thought that Irene almost broke it lefthis temper flaring, so much so that he could kill her!

Turning to glare at her with red, murderous eyes, he roared, "You reallywant me to kill you, don't you?!"

On the other hand, Irene got to her feet with much difficulty. Hernumbness had dissipated, but now it was sheer pain gnawing at hernerves. She stopped herself from shaking as she said, "Sorry..."

She could tell that the box was a treasure to Isaac.

"Sorry? You think sorry would cut it?"

To him, she was as shameless as she was conceited!

Even as he closed in on her, the crushing pressure that his merepresence projected left Irene panicking and retreating fearfully.

Thud.

She was cornered against the wall. She murmured fearfully, “S-Stop..."Even so, Isaac seized her chin with a pincerlike grip, and Irene thoughtshe heard the sounds of bones dislocating. It hurt so much that shecould not make a sound, and all she could do was look at him in terror.And he was certainly terrifying, like a reaper straight from hell—hispresence making one's blood run cold!

As he closed in, his terrible presence seemed to enfold Irene. She triedto struggle but could not. He breathed into her ears, “I will destroyeverything you've ever cared about!"

The emphasis he placed in the word “destroy’ left her shuddering, andthat was when he tossed her aside again.

She tumbled like a frameless puppet, and she would have fallen on thefloor again if she was not against the floor.

Her legs were shaking when she tried to stand, her body never leavingthe wall because there would be nothing else keeping her standingotherwise.

Meanwhile, Isaac returned the box to where it was. There was a photoframe beside it, holding a picture of him and his parents.

Irene glanced toward it without meaning to, and her eyes lingered fortwo seconds.

However, just as she found the contents of the box a little familiar, Isaacroared at her before she could get a good look, "Get out!"

Flustered, Irene quickly headed for the door before she could satisfyher curiosity—there was a chance Isaac would kill her if she lingered inthe room!

Nonetheless, after she left the room, Isaac's cruel visage eased as helooked at the contents of the box, a rare tenderness showing in hiseyes.

His heart had turned cold after his parents’ passing, and the owner ofthese objects was the last bastion that retained any warmth he had inhis heart.

Even if more than ten years had passed, he remembered that littlefigure and her determination as she dragged him along despite theexertion.

Her eyes were the clearest, purest eyes he had ever seen.

In the water, her body's heat allowed his ice-cold heart to feel a hint ofwarmth.

Outside the room, Irene was holding a hand over the back of her headwhen Henry rushed to the scene. Seeing her pale face, he asked,"What happened?"

“I got a little bruise," she said softly.

Henry scowled. He was aware of Isaac's poor temper, but he shouldnot go so far as to hit a woman.

"What happened?” Henry asked.

"I accidentally dropped a box..."

"The one beside a family photo?" Henry quickly asked.

"Yes." Irene nodded.

Henry caught on and sighed. "I don't think I can help you with this...That box matters so much to him that I wouldn't touch it myself.”Likewise, Irene understood how precious the box was to Isaac,especially when he kept it beside a photo of his late parents.

She used to have something precious as well—the first birthdaypresent she received from her late grandfather—but she lost it.

She was not sure how she had lost it either, but when she was seven,her grandfather had brought her here to Jefferson Manor. She was tooyoung to understand what was happening aside from there being afuneral, or who had just died—she only found out that it was Isaac'sparents’ funeral.

A child as carefree as any other, she ran off for a stroll in the vast backgarden.

She was climbing a boulder when she saw a woman throwing a boyinto the pond.

The boy looked like he was barely ten years old, and it was the firsttime she had seen the wickedness of human nature.

She was naturally afraid and wanted to run, but watching the boystruggle to survive, she waited for the woman to leave before jumpinginto the pond herself.

Though she had learned to swim before, it took everything she had,and she had almost drowned herself. In fact, she managed to pull theboy to the edge of the pond but failed to pull him out, and it was thanksto his grandfather's timely arrival that she and the boy were saved.The boy had fainted, but thanks to her and her grandfather's efforts, hespat out mouthfuls of water and stirred.

That was when her grandfather pulled her along and ran away, and shewas naturally confused as to why he was so afraid.

"Who is that boy, Gramps?" she asked in curiosity. "Why is someonetrying to hurt him?"

"He came to attend the funeral just like you," her grandfather replied,and warned her repeatedly, "Forget everything that happened today.Don't say a word, no matter who asks."

She did not know that her grandfather was lying in fear of reprisals, butshe obeyed him regardless.

When she got home, she realized that she had lost her silver crucifix,which her grandfather had given her. He had always told her that it wasa token of his blessing to her, and a symbol of his hopes for her tobecome a virtuous person of optimism, compassion, andmagnanimity...

She had worn that silver crucifix since she was a year old, andtherefore understood Isaac's wrath without feeling grievance in return.Even so, she felt genuine terror toward him now—he was just tooviolent!

"Moneypenny, could you please ask Dr. Slate to come by and examineIrene?" Henry said then.

His voice brought Irene back to her senses, and she quickly said, “It'sfine. Is there a first aid kit around here? I can do this myself."

She knew that she was not hurt that seriously. When she saw Henry'sdoubtful gaze, she said, "Don’t worry, I'm a doctor."

Noting her confidence, Henry nodded—it was true that it was just asmall cut.

It was nothing serious, though it drew blood since it was a little deep.With a mirror, she cleaned it and left it be. Keeping pressure on cutsactually worked against recovery, so she did not bandage it—not thatshe could apply a band-aid or bandage a spot enfolded beneath herhair.

Meanwhile, Moneypenny glanced inside the washroom where Irenewas.

Ensuring that she was out of earshot, he whispered to Henry, "Sir, Mrs.Jefferson has just married into the family, and yet she was hurt rightunder your nose. I'm afraid Master Isaac would be even worse awayfrom here..."

He did not go into specifics, but Henry understood.

"If push comes to shove and she decides to divorce Isaac because shecan't stand his outbursts... we would have to play our hand."