The Runaway Groom

Chapter 228
Panicking, Irene tried to kick her feet, but Ian’s crew was keeping her completely restrained.
As terror seized her, she abandoned all dignity and shrieked, “Help!”
She could not stay calm in this situation–there were so many men around her, leering at her hungrily.
She would not survive!
“Go on, scream. It just excites me more,” the man said as he took off his shirt, but just as he moved on top of her, the container
door swung open with a loud bang!
The crew leader snapped indignantly, “Who the f-”
A dark blur flashed before his eyes before he could finish or see what it was.
Then, he was sent flying, hovering in the air for a moment before crashing onto the sidewall panel of the container!
While the crew leader was clutching his stomach, curling up and groaning in agony, the rest of the crew were yelling and
snapping at another group of men who suddenly showed up. “Don’t you know where you are? Or who you’re messing with?”
Stan Hill stepped forward, growling icily, “You are the ones who know nothing. None of you are getting away!”
The men he brought rushed forward at his order, overwhelming and subduing the crew in no time at all.
Suddenly, the container was even more crowded, and audible groans of pain could soon be heard everywhere.
Irene got up, suddenly feeling warmth over her shoulders even as she found Isaac.
Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, he was seething- he was simply keeping it under wraps.
Irene could see the hurt and fear in his eyes.
Was that because of her?
However, she did not have the time to dwell on it-sliding her hands into the sleeves of the jacket he draped over her, she leaped
off the wooden crates and scooped up Tommy in her arms.

The boy was reacting again due to the commotion — the sleeping pill must have worn off.
He was not crying, but his round eyes were wide open and darting everywhere as if he was studying his surroundings.
Irene tried to stop her tears, but they were flowing freely and trickling onto little Tommy’s face.
“I’m so sorry...” she rasped, blaming herself so much for not taking care of him, while feeling spite for Ian who drugged him.
She suddenly looked up to find Isaac studying Tommy.
His eyes were burning with emotions, but his hand was shaking even as he reached out to touch Tommy, and he could hardly
stop the swelling excitement within himself.
That was his child. He was a father now.
I he tried to speak, his voice hoarse and hollow.
Nonetheless, Irene held on tightly to Tommy and calmly said, now isn’t the time to get emotional, Isaac.
Ian Jefferson drugged Tommy, and I was almost I know, Isaac replied.
He tracked down Irene’s phone to Southport right after he received her text.
Although the trace stopped there, that was enough for him to start looking.
As he combed the place for clues, he spotted Henry arriving on a boat that was as good as an answer for him, and he led a searc
He blamed himself for being too slow. He did not want to imagine what would have happened if he had arrived 1 second later.
Seeing Irene almost being defiled left him hyperventilating, and he could destroy the world right then.
Though his gaze was sharp as a blade, he was less on edge after seeing Irene and his child, it was a tenderness he reserved for
Gently pulling Irene into his arms, he said,
I’ll get you someplace safe. Irene nodded.
This was no place to stay.