The Runaway Groom

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The Runaway Groom Chapter 905

Lulu replied, “Yeah, it’s serious.”

Irene heaved a deep sigh. “How bad is it?”

“He’s involved in murder,” Lulu said shortly.

Irene’s face fell, and she quickly sat down with her baby since her legs suddenly caved.

The baby was not staying put, however, and was flailing around, clapping her cheek one moment and grabbing her

hair the next.

“I just want you to be prepared, Irene,” Lulu said then. “That’s why I’m telling you this. Martin will do his best to help

Ricky too.”

“I’m counting on both of you,” Irene replied. “Try to help him whenever possible. I can’t go over there right now,

with both my children here and Isaac gone…”

“Don’t worry,” Lulu assured her. “Martin and I will do our best.”

“Yeah,” Irene murmured softly. “Thank you.”

“It’s fine,” Lulu told her.

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Hanging up, Irene carried her baby back into the mansion, but it seemed that he was reluctant, and he started

crying as soon as they stepped inside.

As such, she had to stay outside and keep teaching him how to walk.

That was when a car drove into the compound, and Irene looked up to see James Cross hurrying to her. “What are

you doing here?”

James appeared hesitant to speak even as he watched her, so she said, “You can tell me, whatever it is.”

Even so, James only seemed to scowl harder, and he stood there appearing flustered.

Whatever it was, it must be very difficult for him to tell her.

Sensing that it was serious, Irene asked, “What is it? Why are you panicking so much?”

James then quietly said, “Mr. Jefferson is in trouble.”

Irene wobbled, stumbling a step backward unsteadily.

She felt as if her heart was clenching, while James quickly helped her to the bench nearby and took her baby off her

hands.

“Mrs. Jefferson?” he asked tentatively.

However, Irene was still clutching her chest—she just found out that Ricky was in trouble, and now Isaac was too.

She really could not take it, and she certainly could understand why James was hesitant to speak.

The man had always been calm and composed—it had to be something very serious for him to lose composure.

“What happened? Just tell me,” she said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

As James looked at her, he said, “We shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves. We haven’t found him yet, so we’re not sure

what happened to him—”

“What do you mean you haven’t found him yet?!” Irene exclaimed, staring fixedly at him.

James averted his eyes right then. “His plane crashed.”

“What?!” Irene’s pupils dilated as she gaped in disbelief and denial.

“I’ve already sent our people over. Local police are involved too,” James said.

All Irene could feel right then was her chest hurting and the taste of blood pumping in her mouth.

She clenched her knuckles, her nails digging into her palm as she asked in anguish, “Was there no other

information to go on with?”

“No,” James replied, hanging his head.

Irene felt pain even as she breathed. She cried, “Where did his plane crash? I have to go there!”

“Mrs. Jefferson—” James began.

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Irene waved him off and cut him short. “Don’t try to talk me out of this.”

“I’ll go there,” James said regardless. “You have to stay with your children.”

Irene looked up into his eyes. “I have to stay with him too.”

This was Isaac they were talking about!

James understood that too.

However, they did not know if the plane crash was an accident or engineered, so they must keep a constant eye on

the children.

At the same time, Irene’s head was working rapidly while she took deep breaths to calm herself down.

Soon, she managed to compose herself and said, “I’m taking our children to Franconia.”

Isaac had told her before that he wanted to move the family there, since they had a house and everything else.

Like James, she was worried that it was unsafe to stay in Zidonia.

James thought about it and agreed with the idea. “I’ll make the arrangements.”

Irene nodded. “Make it fast.”

Every second was grilling for her now—she wanted Isaac found as soon as possible, but she also had to consider

their children!

“James,” she murmured frailly, yearning for some comfort just then. “Is he going to be alright?”

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