The Runaway Groom
Chapter 860

Irene smiled. "It hurts.”

“Then why are you carrying Tommy?" Sheryl asked as she put the glass of cranberry juice on the table. "Don't you know how heavy he is now? I guess you weren't hurt enough, huh?"

Still, she was sympathetic enough to take Tommy off Irene's arms. "Carry him when you're better,” Sheryl said as she carried Tommy downstairs, not forgetting to remind her, "And finish your juice.” Tommy pouted unhappily. “I hate you, Grandma."

Sheryl tapped his little nose. "Be a good boy. Your mommy's sick right now, but she'll play with you when she's better."

“You're lying. Mommy can carry me and she's smiling. She's not sick." Tommy started flailing his little feet. "Let me down."

Sheryl did so, and he promptly ran up to the couch and threw himself on it angrily.

"Be a good boy now," Sheryl coaxed. "How about I buy you another Transformers—"

"l don't wanna!"

Tommy snapped, refusing it despite his recently developed fondness for Transformers.

Unable to coax him whatever she did, Sheryl simply ignored him, since he would just pick himself up afterwards.

However, Tommy was still pouting when Isaac returned, and he threw himself at Isaac's arms when he saw him. "Daddy."

Isaac picked him up, asking, "What's wrong? Why are your eyes red?" Tommy immediately started pouting again, his eyes puffy and welling with tears.

"He's upset because I didn't let Irene carry him,” Sheryl said.

Tommy in turn nestled his face against Issac's neck and sobbed, "But Mommy really wanted to carry me."

Sheryl was speechless. "Who would want to carry you? You're so heavy."

Tommy merely clung tightly to Isaac's neck. "Daddy, take me upstairs. I want to see Mommy."

Isaac sat on the couch instead and told him, "Grandma didn't let Mommy carry you because Mommy is sick. How could you throw a fit because of that?"

Tommy blinked his round, bright eyes. "Mommy was so nice. She's smiling. She's not sick."

"She's smiling because she didn't want to worry you. It doesn't mean she isn't sick—be a good boy and listen to Grandma."

Tommy nodded, as if he understood, his eyes still puffy and red.

"Now that's a good boy. Come here—check out what I bought you," Isaac said.

"What is it?" Tommy asked expectantly, leaving Isaac staring at him for a couple heartbeats.

Did he already forget what he asked him earlier?

Still, Isaac did not remind him. "You'll know when you see it."

He had Elliot buy it for him, but it would not fit in his trunk, so he asked that the seller deliver it to the hilltop mansion director.

The wooden crate that stood over seven feet tall sat in the courtyard, and Tommy ran over on his little legs and gave it a good smack.

What could be in there?

Isaac had the chauffeur help open the crate, cutting the rope around it. Inside stood a seven-foot Bumblebee.

"Wow!" Tommy exclaimed in awe, and happily hugged one of the legs. “It's so huge!"

Standing nearby, Isaac asked, "Are you happy?"

Tommy nodded, and Isaac pointed at the compartment behind which could fit a person, along with control sticks to move it.

“You can sit in here," he said.

"So cool!" Tommy gasped, already forgetting the unpleasantness before as he happily moved the Bumblebee around the courtyard.

As he made the Bumblebee raise an arm one moment and lowered it the next, Isaac told Eagle to keep an eye on Tommy while he returned inside the mansion.

Heading upstairs to the second-floor bedroom, he found Irene lying in bed, where a glass of cranberry juice that was almost finished lay on top of the bedside drawer.

Isaac remembered that she was having her period, and sat on the bed, asking, "Are you feeling better now?"

Irene opened her eyes, her eyelashes batting slightly.

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