The thud drew Irene back to her senses. Her hand, frozen in the air, moved again as she knocked on the door.She composed herself as quickly as she could, while James soon opened the door for her, averting his eyes a little when he saw that it was her. James himself did not understand why he did that… perhaps Irene should not hear their conversation, and it was a sign of guilt?Nonetheless, Irene was smiling. "Are you guys done here yet? Mrs. Watson has made dinner."James studied her then, but her smile was impeccable.He was relieved inwardly. Maybe she did not hear them, and there were no unnecessary misunderstandings. "We're just finishing up," he said.Irene looked inside, meeting Isaac's eyes and quickly putting on a smile, though she did nothing as she turned away and took Tommy back to his room. Isaac sent Stan and James to the kitchen while he followed her into the room, where she was changing Tommy's diapers. Looking up when she heard a knock, she smiled. "You shou
Irene then asked, "Do you boys want something to drink?"Stan said nothing—he was fine either way.James refused politely, "I'm afraid there's still work tomorrow. Boozing might complicate things."Irene did not try to push him—it was just a question.That was when James's phone rang, and he moved to the living room to answer the call.Irene glanced at him, thinking to herself just then that James was more prudent and sharp than Stan.If she wanted to find out the identity of the woman Isaac kept in his heart, she would have to find out from Stan.Pushing a plate of Mrs. Watson's signature dish to Stan, she smiled. "Here: Mrs. Watson's finest Chilean sea bass, and it's even better than what they serve at fine dining restaurants. Have some."Stan was actually overwhelmed, and quickly ate—it was certainly great. "Oh, it's fantastic," he praised endlessly. As for Irene, she was keeping her eye on him as she asked, "How long have you been working for Isaac, Stan?"Stan mumbled
Irene did not really have an appetite in the first place, and even less so after learning hints about Isaac's past.As a child, Irene herself had been constantly pushed around by Lionel. She could not do everything as she wanted, and life was less than happy.But when compared to Isaac, she was—at the very least, her parents were not murdered. Considering that, and the fact that Isaac himself was almost killed too, she could imagine how harsh life had been for him and could not help sympathizing.James perceived her mood right then, and said, "Well, we're going to return the favor soon."Irene nodded, but since she was eager to eat, she got to her feet and said. "You boys finish up here. I'll go check on Tommy—Isaac is probably hungry now."When she returned to their room, however, Tommy was already asleep.Isaac was in bed, his eyes closed—there was no telling if she was asleep or napping.She walked quietly up to him, arching her back to get a look at his face. "Isaac?" sh
Isaac was quite irked."Yeah," he grunted coolly and left.And the instant he was gone, Irene's face fell.She breathed a long sigh and told herself not to be petty—it was not worth it.Even so, it felt like she had something stuck in her heart, and she could not stop herself from imagining what the other woman was like. Was she beautiful?Did she stand out of the crowd? Were they innocent playmates? Childhood friends? A match made in heaven?Why else was Isaac unable to forget about her?Messy thoughts poured into her mind like an endless spring. She shook her head firmly to stop herself from imagining it, and started reading a medical textbook to calm herself. Unsurprisingly, her thoughts were soon completely drawn to the contents of the book, and the hours ticked past before she knew it.…Meanwhile, the situation at Light Group was taking a turn for the worse, with Ian being remanded for investigation while things appeared bleak in the company.Everyone else was spe
Irene pretended not to hear Henry calling her name, but Stephen turned around and gave her a look, asking, "Is someone calling you?""Is that so?" She turned reluctantly toward Henry, who seemed to have aged a century in a day and appeared far from spirited."Go on. You have ten minutes—we're scrubbing up later," Stephen told her.Irene had no choice but to nod then. "I'll be right back."She walked toward Henry, but did not even greet him.He spoke before she could. "Take me to Isaac."He was very direct. Irene frowned. If he wanted to see Isaac, why was he asking her to take him?"As you can see, I'm working right now," Irene said evenly. Henry's fingers clenched over his cane, even as he hid his anger behind his turbid gaze—because he had to. "Do you think I'd ask you if I could see him whenever I wanted?"Irene understood right then. Isaac was refusing to see Henry, and in that case, why would she lead him to Isaac? "I don't know where he is," she said.Henry narro
As Monepenny turned silent, Henry growled, "Don't you think it's a little too late to say that now?"Breathing a long sigh then, Henry continued, "I've underestimated him—I was convinced that he would be kind like his father. Andrew never took offense no matter how Greg messed with him, always holding their brotherhood above all else…"Moneypenny, however, was aware that Isaac was not as kind as his father was because they grew up differently. Isaac lost his parents as a child and was almost killed by Quincy as well, and definitely would not have survived until now if he kept behaving like a saint. Even as their conversation continued, they arrived at the city's chief precinct, and they asked to see Quincy.However, Stan and Isaac were already in the visiting room.Once he was notified, Stan whispered into Isaac's ear, "Your grandfather is here.""Yeah," Isaac replied, not actually surprised. He knew that Henry was looking for him, and it was only natural that he would come here
There was a small white bottle, a switchblade, and a lighter.None of them were particularly deadly, but with a little work, it could still inflict damage to the human body.Quincy therefore had to act calm. "We're in a police station."Stan chuckled. "We know that, so we won't do anything stupid. That said, I'm quite close with that officer just now, so he's willing to give us some space."Quinc'ys face paled, even as Stan took off his tie and stuffed it into her mouth.Isaac rose to his feet as well, picking up the switchblade and ejecting the blade—it was not particularly huge, but very sharp."I can do it, sir," Stan said, walking up to him. Isaac, however, stayed silent as he walked around the table toward Quincy and pressed the blade against Quincy's face. He just needed to apply little pressure, and the blade would cut through Quincy's skin.Quincy could only whimper, her pupils dilating as her whole body stiffened.She felt like she was meat on the butcher's table,
Quincy was grunting in pain."Mmph!!! Mmph!!!"She fainted from the pain in minutes, but Stan simply splashed her with the drinking water on the table to wake her and repeated the process.The same cycle continued for a while until Quincy was half-dead, and Stan finally put away his tools, saying, "No one will care about her in there."In other words, people would not ask questions about her injuries, let alone tend to it. Beside them, Isaac was not reacting at all—his heart's anguish could not be placated no matter how much Quincy suffered. The memories of his parents' deaths was the most terrible memory he had, more so than the memory of almost dying from drowning.Eventually, he stepped out of the visitor's room and saw Henry. Once again he was not reacting at all, and there was no warmth to be found in his eyes."Shall we talk?" Henry asked. Isaac stayed silent but did not refuse, while Henry traded glances with Moneypenny and breathed sighs of relief.If Isaac was