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
Mrs. Watson arrived just then and asked, "What's going on here?"Tommy was asleep, and if this went on, the baby would wake up.Even so, Stan put his finger on his lips and shushed her! As Mrs. Watson quickly turned silent, he explained softly to her, "Don't disturb him."He knew why Isaac was seething, and that Isaac was just venting at the moment.After all, Henry had raised him, but tried to use that as leverage against him.Though Isaac never did anything to Quincy because of Henry, how did his grandfather repay him?He was probably hurting because the one who hurt him was family."Should we ask Mrs. Jefferson to come home?" Mrs. Watsons quietly asked. Stan agreed that it was a great idea, since Isaac needed company right now."Yeah, do it."However, no one answered when Mrs. Watson called Irene's number, and she sighed, shaking her head. "I couldn't reach her."Stan sighed as well.…Meanwhile, Isaac stood with his hands clasped behind his back in his study. What r
While Irene stared blankly at the woman who resembled Whitney Cox, the woman saw her as well. She initially appeared surprised to see Irene, but soon spite showed in her eyes.Irene had already noticed that the other woman had been looking at her funny before, and could not help frowning when she clearly saw that this time as well.Why the hostility? They were not even acquainted.Chad spotted Irene as well just then, and quickly pulled her away, and whispered once they were out of earshot, "You're pregnant. Payback can wait.""Yeah," she replied, but she clearly was not giving up.Even so, she was now reliant on Chad and would never dare to go against him excessively. In fact, she never wanted a child, and always used protection—but she got pregnant anyway. Since Chad loved the child, she had to keep it, but was also determined to lose it if it became an obstacle to her revenge.…Meanwhile, after Irene helped another patient to get an ultrasound, she looked through the m
Ricky had dropped right in front of her!As Irene worriedly went up to check him, Lulu asked, "Did we scare him that badly?"Irene checked Ricky's breathing while replying, "He's an adult. There's no way he'd get spooked that easy."If he were, he would be everyone's laughing stock once word of it gets out!And unsurprisingly, Ricky was playing dead—which was a little insulting to Irene and Lulu, considering that they were both doctors.Knowing that he was fine, Irene said, "What girl would marry you if something like that would leave you passed out? All girls love brave men and having a sense of security—I guess you're going to be alone forever."Ricky opened his eyes right then and leaped off the floor, dusting himself although he was not actually dirty. "Killjoy."Lulu giggled. "Playing dead around doctors doesn't even make sense."Ricky pouted and shot back, "There are no men who would fall for women like you."Irene shrugged. "Sorry to disappoint you, then—we're both ta
After eating a few more mouthfuls, Irene took a shower before returning to their room.It was pitch-black inside—none of the lights were on, and she had to use the dull glow of the moon to see.Isaac was lying on his side, and she could not tell if he was asleep.He was not reacting at all when she came in, and as she sat on the bed, she asked softly, "Are you asleep?"There was no response, so Irene slid underneath the blanket, lying down as she wrapped her hands around his waist from behind. "I know you're awake."His breathing was even, but she had a feeling that he was not asleep."I've been busy—"Isaac suddenly turned around before she could finish, staring fixedly at her with his hawkish eyes in the darkness. "Why didn't you answer me if you're awake?" Irene asked. He still would not answer, but in the next instant, he had moved on top of her.Irene was too tired and appeared lethargic, so he asked, "No?"Irene shook her head and explained, "No, I'm just…""Just wh