NovelEnglishThe Runaway Groom Chapter 232
Isaac stood, tall and towering.
“Yes,” he replied, having no intention of apologizing.
Henry scowled -being advanced in age, he cared much about kinship.
However, he cared about the family’s reputation more.
He had given all of the family’s estate to Isaac to appease the latter, but in actual truth, his chief interest
was maintaining their reputation.
What happens in the family should stay in the family–he had been constantly worried that Isaac would
expose the family’s dirty deeds to the public’s attention.
He rarely tried to throw the weight of his seniority onto Isaac, but now, he asked, “Do you understand
what you’ve done?”
It was a rare instance, but Isaac pursed his lips coldly and growled in dissatisfaction; it came from the
bottom of his heart. “Grandfather, you knew Ian took my child and my woman, but you didn’t tell me. I
was going to ask you why. Do you agree with his actions, or were you a part of it?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHenry was stunned. “H–How did you know?!”
Henry thought that he had kept things discreet–only Moneypenny knew.
As he turned to throw a sharp look at his butler, Moneypenny quickly defended himself, sputtering, “No,
sir! I hadn’t breathed a word…”
“How did you think I found the ship, grandfather?” Isaac asked, his gaze turning icy. “I saw you
returning to Southport with my own eyes, and I simply retraced your footsteps.”
Isaac took a seat on the chair, leaning back as he folded his legs nonchalantly, “So, Grandfather. Tell
me, what were you thinking?”
“I was going to tell you, but you found them-”
“Really? Can’t even give me a phone call?”
Clearly, Isaac doubted Henry’s words. If he had any intention to help Irene and Tommy, he would have
demanded that Ian release them.
Moreover, Henry could have called Isaac about Ian. holding his family hostage. Yet, Henry decided it
was more important to rebuke him instead.
Naturally, all this wouldn’t make sense unless Henry tolerated the actions of Greg’s family. Now that
Isaac’s child and beloved woman were involved, Isaac knew he wouldn’t be a man if he did nothing
about it.
“Ian should take responsibility for his own actions,” Isaac declared resolutely, rising to his feet.
“Are you ruining the family’s reputation over a child and a woman?” Henry could not accept that
attitude. Isaac was allowed to care about his family, but he should not tarnish the Jefferson family’s
reputation!
Were they going to lose all semblance of dignity now that Henry had grown so old?
“Reputation? All of that was gone when my parents were killed,” Isaac said, finding it ironic even as he
turned to leave.
For a long time, he had been repressing his hatred towards Greg’s family and respected Henry as an
elder.
Henry’s behavior today, however, left him disenchanted.
“Are you turning against me?” Henry asked in shock.
“I’m not, but you’re clearly siding with your son,” Isaac replied icily, just like how he found this so–called
family now.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs Henry was left stunned, Isaac strode out of Jefferson Manor. He paused for seconds at the doorway
before continuing to his car without looking back.
His only attachment to that family was Henry, now, and it had vaporized completely.
“Where to, sir?” Jimmy the chauffeur asked softly.
Isaac stared outside the window, his cold expression holding no emotion for a while. Finally, his
emotions. resurfaced when he remembered someone else.
“The Spencer Mansion.”
“Yes, sir.”
After they arrived, Isaac alighted from the car and said, ” You can go. Just leave the keys here.”
“Of course, sir.” The chauffeur did as he was told, and Isaac headed inside after getting the keys.
The living room was quiet, and no one was in sight.
Seeing that Irene was not around, Isaac frowned. Did they leave?
Still, he thought it unlikely since Irene had just recovered her child. Thus, he looked through every
room.
Eventually arriving upstairs, he opened a door and found Irene, laying beside Tommy and gently patting
his belly to coax him to sleep.
Isaac entered quietly, but Irene turned and saw him anyway. Pulling a small blanket over Tommy, she
sat on the edge of the bed and asked, “Why did Henry call you home?”
“Nothing much,” Isaac replied.
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