Chapter 838

Over at Jefferson Manor, Henry Jefferson's funeral was over, and it was now time to deal with Ian Jefferson. Once James learned that Ian was the one who sent those thugs from before, he unleashed all his fury and indignation on Ian. Isaac's phone happened to ring at the time, and as he took it out to answer it, James's fist landed squarely on the bridge of Ian's nose, shattering it and making him scream. Irene heard it even as Isaac started to head outside. "Yeah?" Irene was relieved to hear him answer. "What was that?" "Just James venting," he flatly replied. Irene quickly understood what had happened and did not ask anything else. "I might be home late tonight," he added. "Oh," Irene murmured. "Actually, I was just going to tell you that there's no one at home. We're all out." "I see. Head home soon, though." "Okay." "Shall I hang up now?" Isaac asked after a brief silence. "Okay." … As they alighted, Tommy held Irene's hand as they headed into the mansion, saying, "I'