The Runaway Groom
Chapter 914

When Irene heard James say “Stan’, she rushed up to him, grabbing his arm. "Who was that?"

James gulped, putting an assuring hand on Irene’s to calm her and get her to stay quiet before asking, "Stan? Is that really you?"

He almost could not believe his ears.

“Yeah, it's me," Stan replied from the other end.

James inhaled sharply. "Where are you right now?!"

"Franconia..."

"Hold on," James was stumped for a moment. "You're in Franconia?" "Yeah," Stan answered confidently, before adding urgently, “This is urgent. Where are you right now? I'll come to you."

"Where do you think?!" James actually snapped. "The plane you boarded with Mr. Jefferson crashed in Dunesia, so we're here searching the place!"

“Then hurry back right now," Stan urged. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

It only left James more confused. "What the hell is going on here?!" “It's complicated. We'll talk when we meet,” Stan told him. "Just come back. Mr. Jefferson isn't there.”

"Well, where is he?!" James asked.

"Just come back for now—"

Stan did not manage to finish when static cracked, and the call was cut off as the cell signal went out.

James hung up and turned to Irene and Zachary. "It's Stan. Mr. Jefferson just might be fine after all.”

"Really?" Irene exclaimed excitedly.

James nodded. "Anyway, we need to go back to Franconia. He just said that Mr. Jefferson isn't here."

Her hope kindled, Irene was in turn spirited and she quickly said, "Alright, let's go."

However, she walked too fast, and her swollen ankle hurt so much she dropped to the floor.

Zachary hurried to her and put a hand on the swell, and she frowned from the pain of his touch.

“You bruised your bone," Zachary said, leveling a stern look at her. “You'll fall apart before you find him."

Even so, Irene stubbornly rose to her feet and said, "I'm fine. We have to go right now."

She could not wait to see Isaac sooner, and she had no time to care about her leg.

Zachary was furious. "By the time you reach the car, your leg would either be disabled or you'd suffer a chronic condition. Here, I'll carry you."

He dropped to a crouch, offering her a piggyback.

Irene waved him off—she should not burden him further, since he had not been sleeping too.

“I'll just lean on you," she said.

Zachary sighed and rose to his feet. "Why are you being such a stranger?"

Irene simply pursed her lips and took hold of his arm, saying, "Let's go." James stayed behind to liaise with the Dunesian and Zidonian embassy volunteers.

Once they confirmed that Stan and Isaac were not on the plane, they could call off the search.

Zachary and Irene left first, and James would catch up.

However, Irene did not want to put pressure on her sprained foot, since it hurt a lot if she did.

She bore with the pain and walked for a long while before they eventually reached their car.

James soon returned as well, and he sped the car once everyone got in.

"Make a stop if you see a pharmacy," Zachary said along the way. "Irene’s ankle needs medication.”

"Okay," James replied.

“No, don't listen to him." Irene promptly refused. "Stopping would just mess with our schedule. We need to hurry, and it's the same if I get it treated when we reach Franconia."

James was on Zachary's side. "We might keep our heads if you're fine. Do you think we can say the same if Mr. Jefferson sees you hurt?"

“I'm a doctor,” Irene told him. "I can tell whether I'm really hurt. I'll be here to defend you if he scolds you."

“You're really stubborn.” Zachary snorted.

Irene was unmoved. "Whatever you say.”

One way or another, she must see Isaac as soon as he can—she would only rest easy after ensuring that he was fine.

Soon, they returned to the heliport and boarded the helicopter to return to Franconia!

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