The Runaway Groom

Chapter 132

Stan was utterly dumbstruck.

Really? Was she going that far?

Did she really have no will to live, throwing herself into the ocean? Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Find her-even if she’s dead,” Isaac growled just then.

He wanted a body even if she was really dead!

Stan promptly left and ordered the men to put on their gear for a search effort.

Meanwhile, Chad buried his head under his palms. He was still in love with Whitney-he would not have challenged Isaac’s wrath to rescue her from prison otherwise.

“You’re a murderer, Isaac Jefferson!” he bellowed in rage.

Isaac’s expression was icy, but he did not even glance at Chad.

On the other hand, Stan snorted at Chad, knowing that he was messing with the wrong man. Who murdered her again? She jumped into the sea on her own! Hell, we’re going down right now to save her!”

-Chad’s face went red from frustration. “That’s not true and you know it!”

“But it is the truth,” Stan said, shrugging at him with a look that basically said ‘what can you -do-about- that?’

Chad almost could die from sheer rage right then!

After over an hour, the recovery team returned to the boat. “Sorry, we couldn’t find her. It’s already difficult to launch a search in the middle of the sea, and in the darkness of the night.”

Chad leaned against the scaffolding and looked out at the borderless sea.

Land was not in sight, and only the moon’s glow flashed a crystalline reflection off the surface.

Anyone falling into these waters in the middle of the night would either drown, freeze to death, or be eaten by sharks.

“Whitney…” Chad started to bawl in heartbreak.

Stan was pursing his lips. Had this man never seen another woman? Was Whitney worth mourning over?

However, Chad had done nothing wrong-he had simply fallen in love, and she was worth the world to her even if no one else agreed.

He loved her, and that was all that mattered.

It was mostly the same principle with Isaac, being in love with Irene…

Reasons? He loved her, and that was reason enough!

“What should we do, sir?” Stan asked Isaac softly then.

There was no way they could keep searching. They were in the middle of the sea and it was nighttime, and the divers would be exposed to serious danger.

Isaac mused to himself for a while and said, “Stay on the boat. Watch them for the night.”

That was in case Whitney survived by chance and returned to Chad’s boat after they left.

“Understood, sir,” Stan replied.

At the mansion, Irene was waiting for Isaac’s return after he left-to tell him what she wanted to say before: that she had managed to save one of her twins, and delivered it safely.

As she waited, she contacted Sheryl on video call and checked on her son, who was beaming happily.

“Did something good happen over there, Irene?” Lulu asked from the other end.

“I guess,” Irene replied-she was relieved to be able to come clean with Isaac.

“By the way, I might be making a trip to Cloud City soon, Irene,” Lulu said then.

Before Irene could ask if it had anything to do with Zachary, Lulu told her, “It’s work.”

Irene thought that she could be honest with Zachary too, but she sighed feebly since she should not interfere. Composing herself and smiling, she said, “Let’s meet up when you arrive.

“Actually, I don’t think we can,” Lulu said. “I’m coming with my team.”

Irene thought nothing of it. “I’ll meet up with you even if you can’t make time.”

“Okay.” Lulu smiled.

“Boo-hoo” Tommy suddenly bawled.

Irene asked worriedly, “What’s wrong, Tommy?”

“Oh, he’s either hungry or he’s just pooped,” Sheryl said then.