The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650

At the same time, Isaac continued, "You will only ever lose to me, Ian Jefferson! Don't think pretending to be insane will get you past me."

Pausing, he then added with dripping contempt, "Do you know why you've lost? Because you're a fucking idiot!"

Ian's eyes welled with test then, his crazed laughter turning shriller in turn from obvious restraint.

Isaac simply leaned forward and kept trampling over his dignity. “Look at you, can’t even protect your own woman and have her suffer with you.

Could you even call yourself a man? Even tramps can beat you now."

"Hehe, you want a bite too?” Ian held the rope at Isaac's face, true to the fashion of a nutcase.

Isaac narrowed his eyes. "I don't think you're crazy."

Ian guffawed. "You're crazy. You're crazy."

"This isn't going to work in the long run," James told Isaac quietly then. "We need a better place to keep him."

Isaac inhaled deeply then, and thought that Ian really had a high tolerance that he would not flip out even after all that.

It seemed that being locked up did him some good, as he honed his patience!

’It's fine. The old man wants me to free him, doesn't he? He can have his wish."

James's eyes darted between them in uncertainty, but quickly caught Isaac's intention and said, "Of course, sir. Locking him up will be a waste of human resource and money, so we should just cripple his limbs and cut off his tongue instead. He can't do a thing if he can't speak or write, and we won't have to worry about our backs leaving what's left of him with your grandfather.’

"Well put." Isaac grinned. "Let's go with that."

Ian was willing to endure for the sake of survival and freedom-but not as a cripple!

Was there even a point living like that?!