The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 231

The doctor almost jumped in shock from Isaac’s glare, and asked gingerly, “There’s formula milk available over at the pediatrics. Why don’t we go there?”

Irene nodded.

However, Tommy refused to drink the formula milk from the hospital. He was bawling so hard, he was almost

rasping.

Realizing that it could be the issue of the formula milk, Irene was forced to take him home to the Spencer

mansion.

“Is he sick?‘

Beside himself with worry, Isaac was absolutely on edge on the journey. He kept urging Jimmy the chauffeur to

drive faster.

That put Jimmy on edge as well, but he did his best on the congested road, all the while driving as safely as he could.

It was after quite a while when they reached the Spencer Mansion. Sheryl was nowhere to be seen, while Ricky was

at work.

Once inside, Irene handed Tommy to Isaac. “I’m going to heat some milk for Tommy.”

Tommy must be crying so much because he was hungry, and Irene was too anxious to care if Isaac knew how to

hold a baby or not.

And Isaac certainly did not–this was his first time doing so, and he stayed frozen, afraid to move even an inch. Ast he looked at the soft, tiny child in his arms, he felt that his heart could melt at any second.

This was his baby! His heart was screaming in his chest, constantly reminding himself of that fact.

Irene prepared milk for Tommy and returned to them, only to find Isaac staying motionless. He clearly had no experience in holding a child, but was still exceedingly careful with the baby.

It was obvious Isaac cared and loved the child. Suddenly, Irene was suddenly internally at the very least, Isaac acknowledged Tommy and loved him.

That was good for both herself and the child.

Walking up to them, Irene said quietly, “You can give him

to me now. I have to feed him.

Isaac did not, however. Instead, he asked, “Can I feed

him?”

Irene passed the bottle to him. “You should sit first.”

Despite the request, Isaac was clearly nervous–there was a vein bulging over his temple, and Irene couldn’t bear to look at it. Thus, she took Tommy from Isaac and ended up feeding the baby herself.

“You’re not used to it. You’ll be after some practice.”

“Yeah, okay.” Isaac sighed.

Tommy finally stopped crying as he finally had his preferred brand of formula milk. However, his eyes and cheeks had turned red and puffy from all the crying, and he was still sobbing a little.

Having been starved for too long, he wolfed the milk he had desperately craved for and ended up drinking too much. Irene had to give him gentle back rubs as he started spitting milk.

“What’s wrong? Why is he vomiting?” Isaac asked

nervously.

“It’s nothing,” Irene replied. It was normal for babies to

do that.

Eventually, Tommy appeared comfortable, if not a little drowsy. Irene took him to the bathroom. “He needs a bath.”

“I’ll help,” Isaac said without hesitation.

Irene stared at Isaac–he had always appeared so lofty, as if he was above everything. Yet at this very moment, he looked just like an ordinary father from an ordinary family.

She smiled. “Okay. You can help me prepare a bath…”

However, Isaac barely stepped inside when his cell phone started ringing again.

Irene frowned immediately. “You should go. I can handleText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

this.”

Isaac wrinkled his brow, unhappy that he was called repeatedly he had just met his child, and he didn’t want to part so quickly.

He wanted to look at Tommy more!

“I’ll be right back.”

Irene smiled. “Okay.”

Once Isaac left the Spencer Mansion, the gentle look on his face was quickly replaced by an expression of ice.

Getting into his car, he told Jimmy to drive him to Jefferson Manor.

Moneypenny was already waiting outside the front door for him. Once he saw Isaac alighting from his car, he walked up and greeted him. “Master Isaac…”

Isaac remained impassive. As he walked, he asked, “Why did he call me here so eagerly?‘

“I’m not sure, sir.” Moneypenny smiled, but he wouldn’t

have told Isaac even if he knew.

As Isaac strode into Henry’s study, he found the old man

sitting in front of the chessboard. When Henry saw Isaac, he put down the chess piece he was holding.

“I heard the cops were involved with Ian?” he asked, but his tone was damning.