The Runaway Groom のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

Henry's eyes widened in shock, and he asked unsteadily, "H-How did you know?"Isaac's expression was as cold as ice. "Who was it?""I-I don't know," Henry blurted, and reached out to hold his grandson's arm. "Calm down, the child will be fine—""When did you find out, Grandfather?" Isaac demanded icily, knocking his hand away right then. Henry was taken aback. "Isaac…""Grandfather, you know how my parents died and why I almost drowned. I've been restraining myself not because I have forgotten, but because no parent should bury their child. You can't blame me for being heartless if they hurt my child."With that, Isaac turned around, leaving the manor and studying outside, instructing Stan as he walked, "I want to know everything happening over there.""Yes, sir." There was a grave look on Stan's face, but he quickly left to carry out his orders."Isaac…" Henry was murmuring back in the manor.He certainly did not want to see his own family destroying each other while he was

Stan spoke from the other end. "I've checked. Ian Jefferson had been to the manor, where your child was kept. The boy went missing afterward, and it is most likely Ian's doing. Also, Moneypenny had mentioned that your grandfather wanted to keep things quiet, but they bumped into Ian when they did a paternity test…"Isaac frowned. "What paternity test?" "Your grandfather needed to ensure that the boy is your child, and it was proven that he is," Stan replied.For Isaac's part, he never doubted that the child was his ever since he found out that she had a child—he was the only man Irene had ever been with.On the other end, Stan hesitated for a while before saying, "Sir, we don't have any leverage against him…"After all, Henry had disowned Ian and his immediate family to appease Isaac. They were not given anything from the family estate. Even so, Quincy Moore had used her savings to start a nightclub called 'Charmed' for her son, Ian. It was only because she tried to kill Isaac

Right after Isaac said that, he added, "Not for Tommy—but for me, and only me."He was referring to the bond between them."Okay," Irene murmured softly, leaning downward to wrap her arms around his neck from behind, and nestled her cheek against his. She loved him, after all—she could get upset if he messed around with other women. She wanted him, not just so that Tommy had a happy family, but for herself too.That was when Stan returned.He was in too much of a hurry to knock, and realized that he had been reckless when he entered and found Irene having a tender moment with Isaac.Still, just as he was about to close the door, Isaac said, "Wait for me at the conference room.""Yes, sir," Stan replied, and closed the door behind him.Irene felt a little embarrassed, and released Isaac just then. "Are you going to discuss how to save Tommy?" she asked. "Yeah. Stay here if you have nothing else to do," Isaac replied. "I'll be right back once we're done talking."However,

Just as Isaac was about to get up, however, Irene moved the cursor and said, "Wait—let's get prepared as much as we can before we get started."As she read through the dossier on Ian's sugar baby, Isaac watched her from the side, smiling faintly as he admired her prudence.And after she was done, Irene said, "This might not be as hard as I thought.""How so?" he asked."Look here—she's a dance judge," Irene pointed out. "I happen to know some dancing, and that counts as a conversation starter, I guess?"Isaac's eyes twinkled as he watched her.Indeed, Irene was quite versatile, having learned the piano, painting, dance, and medicine."Wait, I think my friend might know here," Irene suddenly said as a person came to mind.She took out her phone and took a photo of the woman, while pulling Isaac along. "Do you remember Mark Wickers? From Dorime Pharmaceuticals?"Isaac followed as he replied, "I do. We're still partners."Irene appeared a little excited just then. "His wife has

Irene wondered to herself if Ian was talking about Tommy just then, but she was too far to hear what he was saying clearly—she just happened to be able to catch him saying 'child.'Ian was still standing before his car, speaking to someone on the other end. "Bring her to me. I want to meet her."He was looking for a woman who had recently given birth because Tommy had been crying terribly and refusing to drink formula milk. After reading various articles online, Ian concluded that the boy wanted breastmilk, which was why he was looking for a woman who was lactating and could feed Tommy, so that the boy would stop crying.In truth, Tommy was crying because the formula milk Ian was feeding him was from another brand. The change in flavor did not suit him, but he would have kept feeding if he was fed the original brand.Ian, however, did not know that. As he hung up and got in his car, he glanced at Robin, who was still standing nearby and sighed. He wanted to show concern, but was