The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 214

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 lan’s doing. Also, Moneypenny had mentioned that your grandfather wanted to keep things quiet, but they bumped into lan 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 lan 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, lan. It was only because she tried to kill Isaac again that he destroyed it

Right now, their only livelihood was rent on several factories and some shares

“Keep an eye on them constantly, and have them inform me the instant they notice anything. Also, you’re coming back to the office–there’s something I need you to do,” Isaac said, having come up with a plan. just then.

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

Isaac had barely hung up when Irene asked impatiently, “lan Jefferson? Isn’t he your cousin? Why would he take Tommy away?”

Irene was aware that Henry had two sons.

The elder was Andrew Jefferson, Isaac’s father.

The other was Greg Jeffeson, his uncle.

Irene also knew that Greg and his family were not living at Jefferson Manor, but she was not aware about the blood grudges between them and Isaac.

Naturally, outsiders were not privy to their family squabble, and mentioning it at all hurt the family reputation. Drama like this would inevitably become gossip for everyone else once it leaks out!

“Because Tommy is my son,” Isaac said casually.

Irene became even more confused just then. “But if he’s your cousin and you know he took Tommy, we should just ask-”

“This isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go inside,” he said, putting an arm around Irene’s shoulder.

Irene had calmed considerably, since worrying is meaningless now. Instead, they should find out what was happening, and why It took Tommy.

The first floor of the Light Group headquarters was very spacious. To the right was the front desk, several couches, and a water dispenser. At the center was a corridor leading to the elevators, and Isaac took one with Irene to the top floor.

When they walked past Debbie’s desk, Isaac told his secretary, “Cancel everything on my schedule and get us two coffees.”

Yes, Mr. Jefferson,” Debbie replied.

Isaac kept a hand around Irene’s waist as they headed to his office, and he opened the door. “Go in.”

Irene entered, and he closed the door behind her, freeing his collar and nonchalantly throwing his jacket

on the couch.

Irene had been too anxious to notice before, but she saw the dark circles under his eyes just then.

He had not been sleeping well… Was he worried, too?

Whatever the case might be, Tommy was his child.

“Do you love children, Isaac?” she asked, trying to ascertain his stance on Tommy.

Isaac turned toward her with a thoughtful look, seemingly reading her thoughts right then. “You mean, am I going to acknowledge Tommy as my own?”

Irene pursed her lips, but her silence meant that it was exactly what she thought.

“Of course I would love my own children.” He walked up to her, his expression serious even as he pulled her by the wrist so that she could sit on the couch. “Irene–when we find Tommy, I’ll marry you so that everyone knows you’re my wife, and that he’s my son.”

Irene was actually surprised that he would suddenly say that.

Her heart rippled, as if a boulder had been thrown into a placid lake.

“You want to acknowledge Tommy as your legitimate son?” she asked.

Isaac’s eyes were so tender they could melt any woman’s heart just then, and he quietly said, “No, I want a family.”

And in that family would be the woman he loved and their child.

Irene saw the yearning and hope in his eyes-it was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him.