The Runaway Groom
Chapter 401

Chapter 401

Isaac looked up at James, staring at him for a couple seconds andgrowled, “He survived,”

James replied. “Yes, but the driver didn't.”

“Clean up the mess. Compensate the driver's family generously.”"Yes, sir,” James said.

In fact, he felt guilty because the staged traffic accident was meant tokill Mick, only to end up hurting an innocent.

“Also, you should take the trip to Franconia to check on the companyfor a while, sir,” James added.

“Yeah,” Isaac flatly replied.

His face was impassive, and the air around him seemed cold enough tofreeze.

He raised a hand, gesturing to James that he could leave.

He had been sulking for days, and James actually became careful withhis words around him.

As he closed the door to the study and saw Irene in the living room, heasked, “Could you show more concern to Mr. Jefferson?”

The atmosphere everyone had to work in was suffocating—even Stanwas refusing to show up at Isaac's home. He used to hate going to theoffice, but he was now basically camping there and refusing to leave.However, it was not as if Irene did not want to care—Isaac needed timeto let his mother’s death sink in.

After all, Yvaine had just died a few days ago. Was Irene supposed tomake him laugh already?

Was that even possible?

He had never been that type of person, and there was even lesschance of it happening now.

She understood his pain too.

“Give him time,” she said softly.

“I just think it's worrying that he stays like that,” James said earnestly,feeling that Isaac was brooding too much.

He could vent his heartache by yelling at someone, but he stayed silentinstead, creating a suffocating atmosphere for everyone around him.James was worried that he would get ill if he kept holding it in..

"Yeah," Irene said.

James sighed. “I'll be going now.”

Irene nodded, and after James left, she started toward the bedroomwhen the door to Isaac's study creaked.

Isaac had opened the door, and seeing her, he said, “Come in. I havesomething to tell you.”

“Tommy is asleep. I'll tuck him in first.” Irene replied.

Isaac said nothing, so she took it for his silent approval

As Irene headed to Tommy's room and put him in his crib, he started totwitch and looked like he would wake up, so Irene picked him up andpatted his back gently until he slept again.

Her hand was numb by the time she put him down and left, thoughTommy was not waking up any time.

soon.

She gently closed the door as she left, and flexed her wrist as sheheaded to the study.

When she opened the door, Isaac turned toward her, his toweringframe shrouded by the radiant glow of the sun behind him, illuminatinghis face and portraying him as even more lofty.

Irene hesitated for a moment before slowly entering.-

She had never studied him in such silence—he was not even thirty, buthe carried an air of maturity, composure, and passion.

His visage was as serene as a placid lake, devoid of any ripples.

Even so, Irene’s chest hurt-she did not like this feeling.

She walked up to him as she repressed her bitterness, and looked upwith a faint smile.

Isaac then frowned, his expression unfathomable.

“You said you have something to tell me?" she asked.

“Yeah. I'm going to Franconia,” he said, before adding, “It might take awhile.”

“Will you attend Zacahary's wedding?” Irene asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied.

She suddenly threw her arms tightly around his waist. “I'm going tomiss you.”

Isaac did not move or say anything—his body actually stiffened justthen.

Irene then stood on the balls of her feet to kiss his icy lips, but hemoved away as soon as their lips. touched.

“Attend Zachary's wedding in my stead if I'm not back by then,” he said,and pried her hands off himself. “I still have stuff to do.”

In other words, he was telling her to leave.

Irene was left standing there, his rejection and coldness cutting her likeknives.

She could not stand this feeling, nor did she want to suffer with him likethis.

“I have something to tell you too, Isaac, about your mother’s death...”