All Chapters of The Runaway Groom: Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

Isaac had to coax Tommy with his toys before the boy finally let go, and Sheryl scooped him up in her arms. "Come in already.""Yeah," Isaac replied, and headed to the bedroom with a hand around Irene's shoulder.Once he closed the door behind himself, he swiftly gathered her in his arms, knowing that she was saddened that Tommy had grown distant to her. "I know you love him, and how difficult it was for you to keep him back then. He loves you, but he needs time to remember since you've been gone for a while."Irene knew that, but she just could not help feeling despondent, so Isaac had to gently pat her on the back.After a while and her mood improved, Isaac let go and said, "I'm getting a bath ready."He headed inside the bathroom, prepared a tub full of hot water that filled the room with vapor. Then, he helped her undress, but Irene caught his wrist. "I can do it myself—""I'll help," he insisted, not because of libido, but only because he wanted to take care of her.It

Zachary demanded, "And how did you find out?"He was no idiot—only Lulu's close friends knew that she had gone missing, but none of them knew if she was just hiding or dead.Although Ember told him that his mother had a hand in Lulu's death, he never asked her because he was afraid of what she would do.But his own mother had just said that Lulu was dead too. What was that if not an indirect confession? "Are you questioning me?" Mrs. Slate screamed right then. "Is this how you speak to your mother?!"At the same time, Peter Lindt made his move.He and his wife were naturally on their daughter's side, and they certainly were aware of Lulu's death since they had planned it, but Mrs. Slate was the one who pulled the trigger.That gave them leverage against Mrs. Slate, not to mention that they would have Ember's back even if she was at fault. Glaring at Zachary, Peter barked, "I thought you were the best choice of groom for Ember and could take care of her for the rest of her l

The next day, Irene woke up to the sight of a pair of tiny cheeks that resembled Isaac's, and she reached out to touch them.Suddenly, Tommy got up and ran off, though Isaac soon entered.She slept soundly last night. But although she did not know what time he returned, the dark circles under his eyes made it evident that he had not slept.It had been the case over the last few days and weariness showed on his face.Getting up, he told her, "You should sleep."Isaac sat on the bed then and held her hand. "Stan has already hired the best private detectives for the job and I need to meet them soon. I've also arranged for a protection detail for you while I settle things over there."Irene certainly understood that having to travel to and from Minerva was difficult, and could not help feeling sad. She was so preoccupied with her own grief that she forgot Isaac was the father too. He must be hurting too, right? She raised a hand and placed it gently on his cheek.It was a gest

Debbie placed everything she brought on the table, saying, "Mr. Jefferson asked me to buy these."Irene glanced at it and said, "I see.""Take your time and get some proper rest," Debbie said and turned to leave.However, just as she reached the door, she stopped and turned again to look at Irene. "It seems that all you do is bother Mr. Jefferson.""And what about it?" Irene coolly retorted."I'm positive that I'm so much more competent than you at work, just as I would make for a better partner in a relationship. At the very least, I won't mess up time and time again, making Mr. Jefferson worry constantly."Ireen glared at Debbie darkly—Debbie was definitely exceptional because she managed to stay with Isaac for so long.And having made her return now, she was much more direct with Irene.Irene thought that it was a good thing—it would at least spare the need for pretext, and she would not have to worry constantly about suddenly finding a dagger on her back."I'll play my rol

Sheryl told her, "Come home soon.""Yeah," Irene replied, before leaving in a taxi to the nearest precinct—she did not call for the chauffeur since she thought he had left to get a dog.Arriving at the precinct, she spoke to an officer on duty."A missing person?" "Yes." Irene replied."How long has it been since you noticed that he went missing?" the officer asked as he recorded the details. "Two days," Irene replied, but she did not actually know how long Ricky had gone missing, specifically—all she knew was that 48 hours was long enough to build a case."Do you have any further details about the missing person?"Irene told the officer everything she could about Ricky, and the officer told her, "Please leave a number. We will contact you immediately once we find him.""Okay," Irene said, and did as she was told.As she stepped out, she stood at the doorway for a moment, deciding that she had to pin her hopes on the cops for now.This was her only option, too—she had no o