The Runaway Groom

Chapter 131

Looking into Irene’s eyes, Issac told her, “If you still hate me for causing your miscarriage and pushing you off the building, you can curse me and hit me all you will, or demand anything —-I will accept everything you ask, but not a divorce.”

Irene sniffled. “I hate you, but…”

But she could not control her own feelings, and fell for him.

Biting her lip, she asked, “Don’t you care that I’ve been with other men?”

“I don’t,” Isaac replied, because he knew that she was squeaky clean and had given him her first time!

Irene made up her mind then. “But… do you mind if I had a child with another man?”

If he accepted it, so be it.

If he refused to, she would hold no qualms about leaving, so that neither of them would be hurt because they had to stay!

On the other hand, Isaac did not catch her hint, and presumed that she was talking about their lost child.

His heart sank at the thought, and his chest felt as if it burned. “If your children were still here, I would love them as my own.

Irene was left in disbelief. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t lie!” Isaac replied with determination.

“Alright, then I have something to tell you….”

Bang!

The door suddenly swung open, and Stan appeared at the door, huffing. “Bad news, Mr. Jefferson! Whitney Cox is headed for the docks, where a boat is waiting to take her overseas!”

Stan’s appearance interrupted Irene’s confession, while Isaac promptly remembered how Whitney had swindled him.

Glowering, he asked, “Did you let her escape?!”

“No, our people are still following them, but they already boarded a boat. There’s little hope of catching up…

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As Stan’s voice trailed off, Isaac barked furiously, “You’re all useless! Move, we have to stop thern!”

He then remembered Irene and turned to her. “Stay home. There’s something I must do.”

“Why is Whitney escaping?” Irene asked in curiosity.

“She made a mistake,” Isaac replied simply.

Irene nodded. “Okay. You should go.”

So, Whitney was getting her just deserts after putting her through amniocentesis during her

early pregnancy, exposing her to a heightened risk of miscarriage?

Isaac turned, barking orders as he strode, “Tell the people following them don’t let them get away at any cost!”

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

“Do we have any boats available right now?”

“A yacht, sir.”

“Good. We’ll be there right now,” Isaac said as he strode out of the mansion.

As they drove to the harbor, there was no question that they were a little late, but the men Stan sent to tail them had intercepted Whitney’s boat.

By the time Isaac arrived, a fight had broken out on the boat and confusion ensued, with some people being knocked overboard.

Stan steered their yacht while his men docked the boat with a plank. Isaac walked over and stood on the deck, even as the sea’s breeze blew violently against his jacket, causing it to flap loudly.

Be that as it may, he stood firm and unaffected.

Chad narrowed his eyes when he saw Isaac. “Whitney is my woman. Show me some respect ,and spare her.”

Isaac snorted coldly. “There’s no respect for you here. Stan, find her.”

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

When Isaac and Stan arrived, they brought more men, outnumbering Chad’s men.

Defeat was at hand, and Chad started to panic. “Why do you insist on going against me?!”

“You’re the one who’s doing that,” Isaac replied in disdain.

That was when Whitney ran up to Chad, hiding behind him as she cried, “No! I’d rather die than go back to prison!”

She was terrified of being recaptured. Forget losing her freedom in prison-she was constantly tortured and left wishing she was dead!

“You have to save me, Chad…” she murmured as she grasped tightly onto Chad’s arm, afraid. that she would be captured as if she released him.

But Chad’s men were falling one by one… and soon there were none.

Stan glowered and threatened him, “Give her up, Chad Ross-or do you want us to do it the hard way? My men here are all meatheads who don’t hold back. Don’t blame us for not warning you if you get hurt.”

Seeing that he had no choice, Chad told Whitney, “I’ll save you some other way.”

Whitney panicked. “Are you giving up on me?” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“No, but we have no choice right now.”

Chad simply had no way out in the face of Isaac’s overwhelming threat.

No good man would bite the bullet for nothing. He must think of the big picture!

Meanwhile, Whitney despaired. Laughing coldly, she knew right then that Isaac would not

allow Chad any chance to save her again if she were brought back to prison.

And she would rather die than suffer again!

Pushing Chad away, she dove headfirst into the sea!