Being a doctor herself, Irene knew the signs of a miscarriage. Her face turned pale, and Isaac noticed that something was wrong with her. "Are you hurt?" he asked. Irene worked hard to make herself look strong while shaking her head. "No, I'm not." However, the instant she stepped out of the room, her face contorted in pain.Whitney would have hell to pay if her twins could not be saved!She trudged along through the living room area, and noticed that there were many men laying around, unconscious. She recognized them as Harvey's bodyguards, but remained indifferent as she got out of the house and reached the car—screams echoed from the mansion just as she was just about to close the door.It was Harvey, and each scream was more horrific than the last. What could Isaac be doing? Still, Irene did not have the time to think. She quickly lay down to rest, afraid of moving too much!Meanwhile, Harvey's scream lasted for an hour before Isaac finally stepped out and entered the
"Sheryl Harris—you're a real idiot, you know that? It's tragic how you can't tell what your own husband wants!"Samantha was folding her arms before her chest and gloating. "All Lionel wanted was for your daughter to become family with the Jeffersons, so that she becomes a puppet for his own ends. That's the only reason he's not divorcing you! Are you really stupid enough to think that he still gives a damn about you? If that's true, why would he have me at his side for twenty years, or let your daughter marry into the Jefferson family?""Sure, the Jeffersons are a genuine dynasty, but Isaac Jefferson is also infamous for his bad temper. Did you think your daughter would not suffer, as a woman he was forced to marry? If you're smart, divorce Lionel right now, and your daughter just might stop suffering.""Y-You're lying!" Sheryl snapped, but she lacked the strength and therefore the authority!Outside, Irene wobbled.Her father had put her through many lessons, such as piano, danc
Over the years, Irene often found heartache, but she had also learned to let go.Changing the subject, she asked, "Weren't you asking to be discharged, Mom?"Sheryl nodded. "Yes. I'm much better now—I'm ready to leave after such a long stay."Irene did not agree to it, however, and instead spoke to her attending physician. He told her that while Sheryl could be discharged, she should ensure that she had sufficient rest and keep to her checkup schedules. Still, Irene did not tell Sheryl that, but instead said, "You should wait a couple days, Mom."After all, Sheryl needed a place to live after she was discharged. After Sheryl nodded in agreement, Irene hesitated for a moment before asking her opinion, "Mom, do you want to divorce Lionel?""I will," Sheryl replied.Irene pursed her lips. She had wanted her mother to divorce Lionel for years, but it never happened. Moreover, Sheryl was saying she would divorce Lionel—and not that she wanted to.And Irene respected her decisio
Zachary nodded. Irene stiffened as if she had a bucket of ice water poured on her, dousing her from head to toe.'Isaac himself told me that he did not like Whitney, but if that really was the case, why would she be pregnant?' Irene thought inwardly.Noticing the terrible look on Irene's face, Zachary asked in concern, "Are you alright, Irene?"Irene came to her senses and quickly shook her head. "I'm fine."She felt a sense of loss to hear that Whitney was pregnant, but she was soon relieved.It did not matter to her whom Isaac loved, as she had no reason to get upset about that."No, you're not," Zachary said suspiciously, because she was kind of overreacting. "Did you fall for Isaac?"Irene looked up and met Zachary's gaze. "Did I?"He nodded. "Yes, you did." "Actually, I'm reacting like this because I'm worried, not because of him," she said, walking over to sit on a bench. "I know my place—I won't think of him that way."At the same time, she stroked her belly.Surel
Isaac stared at Whitney in silence, and she gradually felt the creeps.Guilt was gnawing on her. After all, she had never been pregnant!Nonetheless, he said slowly after a while, "If there really is a child in your belly, I want it."Whitney was jubilant. She would be laughing out loud if she was not sitting in front of Isaac, but there was no hiding the joy and excitement on her face.Amidst all the thrill, she asked, "Then, are you going to marry me?"Isaac's answer was short and flat—one might even say cold. "No."Those words left Whitney's smile stiffening. "What? Why?""It's a simple issue. I just want the child," Isaac said flatly with the last ounce of his patience.Whitney started to lose her composure right then. "Well, where are you taking me?""To the hospital," Stan answered from the driver's seat, and turned to glance at her for a moment. "You'll give birth to that child, but you won't be the mother."This time, Whitney was scared witless. "W-Why the hospita
When Isaac woke up, his nostrils were stung by the pungent scent of medicine. As he slowly sat up, his secretary came by to help. "Mr. Jefferson."Isaac waved her off. "I'm fine," he said, taking a moment to compose herself before asking, "How's Stan?""He's unconscious, but the doctor already operated on him, so his life isn't in danger," the secretary replied. "The doctor has also advised you to rest since you had a minor concussion. Why don't you rest a little?" Isaac remembered the blood on Whitney's legs just then. Pursing his lips in silence for a while, he eventually ended up asking, "How's Whitney Cox?""The doctor said that she had a miscarriage. She's fine otherwise apart from minor lacerations. She woke up when I arrived—she's in the next ward."Then, hesitating for a moment, the secretary asked, "Should I call for her?"Isaac raised a hand to stop her.He was feeling mixed emotions just then—despite his disgust toward Whitney, and his reluctance to let her be th
Irene decided that she would be out of line if she kept her place as Mrs. Jefferson.Nearby, the leaves on a tree were rustling from the touch of a slightly chill breeze. It was the early days of autumn, and the sun was much milder.Tightening her clothes, she hurried along, having planned to cook dinner for Isaac tonight before asking for a divorce.That was when a car suddenly screeched to a halt, blocking her path while several men quickly alighted. Without saying a word, one of them pulled a black sack over her head while another clasped a hand over her mouth, dragging her into the car before speeding off."Oof—"Irene was immobile and completely under their control.There was no telling how long had passed when she was finally dragged out of the car.Although the black sack still kept her blind, no one was keeping her from talking."Who are you people? Why did you kidnap me?""CLOUD B, 778VQ—that's your car, isn't it?""Yes," Irene replied.Her mother had spent all her
"Mom, Dad, you have to help me, or I'll definitely end up in prison!" Ricky Spencer was crying out even as he tugged on Samantha's hand.Lionel glared at his incorrigible son. "What have you done this time?" he growled—it was certainly not Ricky's first offense. "I-I was just trying to practice my driving ahead of my driver's test. Irene's SUV was just sitting there and no one's using it, so I drove it around, and then I got caught in an accident…""What?!"Lionel almost died from a heart attack right then. "Just days ago, you almost blinded someone with a skewer, and I had to spend so much on damages and apologize to finally resolve it! Now, you're telling me you caused an accident? And without a license?! You honestly don't appreciate being alive, do you?""Calm down, Lionel. Ricky's your only son, and he hasn't completed his studies yet! You have to help him—he can't go to prison. Would he have a future if he does? The SUV is Irene's, so just say that it was her…""Dream on
Soon after the wedding, Mr. Fowler proposed for Stan to work at his company to get used to the work over there.He was worried as he did not have much time left, and it would not do if he was gone before the proper arrangements were made.Still, Stan returned to Franconia with Isaac and his family, sorting out things at work and finishing every task he had on hand.While Isaac used to have a lot of free time with Stan around, he was just slightly busier after Stan left. After all, no company should operate in a way that losing a single person would stall all their operations.And after a week, Stan sorted out all the remaining tasks he had in Franconia and returned to Zidonia to start work at the Fowlers' family business.While Stan had property in Zidonia too, he moved into the Fowlers' mansion, but not as a live-in son-in-law. He was simply aware of Mr. Fowler's illness, and Rea wanted to spend more time with her parents.And as the son-in-law, he was obliged to do that much.
Despite feeling wistful, Mr. Fowler eventually passed Rea's hand to Stan. "I hope you will both cherish each other from now on."Rea told him, "We will."Thereafter, it was the usual proceedings of a wedding, with exchange of rings and vows, the wedding speech, and the luncheon!Though everything went smoothly, Mrs. Fowler could not help shedding tears.She was pleased that her daughter was finally getting married, especially since she was looking forward to this.But now that Rea really did marry, she was worried that her life might get difficult and unhappy.Such was the worrisome nature of mothers.-Later, Stan led Rea to Isaac's table.They were all acquainted, but Stan introduced everyone once again to reacquaint them with Rea.After all, she was no longer Zachary's friend's cousin now, but Stan's wife.Erin was grinning from ear to ear. "Congratulations.""Thank you." Rea smiled in return."Congrats," Baby said, imitating the adults.Rea reached out to stroke his c
Zachary said, "I heard you sealed the deal with Rea Fowler, and her family is preparing for your wedding."Stan smiled. "I'm the look of success—getting a girl couldn't be simpler. See? I'm getting married already.""Well, I guess we're all taken now," Erin said.Tommy poked his head up just then. "Congratulations, Uncle Stan.""Thank you." Stan chuckled, patting his head."Also, I heard that you're marrying into the Fowler family?" Zachary asked.Everyone turned to stare at Stan in shock, but it was understandable.Stan was not that modest that he would have to go that far—he had money and was successful enough to afford a wife.Still, Zachary—who knew the Fowlers—suggested, "To be fair, they do need someone to take care of the family business…"-Either way, it meant that Irene's family would be delaying their return trip to Franconia.After all, none of them had expected to attend Stan's wedding so soon after Zachary's.Stan himself did not expect that either, as he had
"What's the problem? We've already slept together," Rea said as she put her clothes on.She frowned as Stan was still on the bed and not moving. "What, are you going to stay in my bed forever?""What am I supposed to wear?" Stan shrugged. "You haven't brought my clothes here.""I'll get it for you."Rea remembered his suitcase then and hurried downstairs to bring it up."Wear whatever you like. I'll be waiting downstairs," she said and hurried away.Stan got out of bed and put on a suit—it was only right to dress formally when it came to discussing marriage.After cleaning up and heading downstairs, he found Rea sandwiched by her parents.Stan had no idea if she had already mentioned it, but both Mr. and Mrs. Fowler were both staring at him, leaving him further tense.Clearing his throat, Stan began, "Excuse me, but—""Yes, we agree to you marrying our daughter.""You mean marrying into our family," Rea corrected them.Everyone else was staring at her before asking all at o
If Rea asked her parents now, they would only get sad, and life would become difficult for everyoneWhat should she do to make them happy?Right, she could get married! Her parents would definitely be pleased. As for the choice of bridegroom, did she not have one readily available here?If Stan could pretend to be her boyfriend, he could definitely be her husband too.They could fake their marriage if they had to!Putting the medical file back where she found it, she wobbled up to her feet and left the room.Stan had yet to step out of the bathroom when she returned, so she sat on the bed and waited.After a while, Stan stepped out with a towel around his waist and paused when he saw Rea sitting there. "Where are my clothes?" He asked, presuming that Rea had forgotten since there was nothing on the bed or the table. "My suitcase is still in your car trunk."Rea turned toward him. "Let's get married."Stan was left speechless for a moment and soon chuckled, "Did you forge
Mrs. Fowler smacked her daughter, but while Rea thought she was angry, she said instead, "Just do your best."Rea's mind was blown—were her parents bewitched? They were completely different from before! A long time ago, her parents had used to tell her that she did not have to marry as long as she was happy.But later on, they had persistently sent her on blind dates… and now, they were telling her to seduce a man?Touching her mother's forehead, Rea asked, "Are you sick?"Mrs. Fowler slapped her hand off. "Your dad and I are leaving now.""Yeah." Mr. Fowler nodded. "The chauffeur is waiting."Rea walked them to the door and watched as their car left before returning inside.She did not go upstairs since Stan was asleep, and she would be bored—she was the type who just could not sit still.However, it was inappropriate if she left since that would leave nobody home.In her boredom, she thought of pranking Stan. She headed upstairs to find him asleep, and soundly at that.Ca
Unable to argue against her parents, Rea said, "Fine, fine. Whatever you say."Mrs. Fowler smiled. "Then help Stan upstairs to get some rest.""Which room?" Rea asked.Mrs. Fowler realized with a start and quickly said, "Oh, there's no bedding in the guest room… So let him stay in your room."Rea was left staring at her in shock. "When did you get so open-minded? Letting a man stay in your daughter's room?"Mrs. Fowler shrugged. "What can he do when he's drunk?""Haven't you heard of drunken fumbles?" Rea asked.Both Mr. and Mrs. Fowler shook their heads at the same time. "Nope."Rea was left totally speechless—this was just outrageous!She would think that Stan was actually their son, if it was not for the fact that they were not acquainted before.They were not like this before either—even if they were urging her to get married, they were not throwing her at a man like this!Mr. Fowler then said, "If anything happens, we'll demand that he takes responsibility and marries y
"I get it," Stan replied quietly. "I wouldn't have been upset even if you didn't explain yourself. But since you did, I forgive you."Rea's brow creased as she pursed her lips. "See? I knew it. We really shouldn't be too nice to you."While Stan was speechless, Mrs. Fowler was enthusiastically putting food on Stan's plate. "This is our family's favorite dish. Try it."Stan nodded after a bite. "It's good."Mrs. Fowler smiled, while Mr. Fowler poured him a glass of wine. "Can you hold your liquor?"Stan smiled. "More or less.""You're being humble now." Mr. Fowler smiled at him. "You're definitely a good drinker.""A little."Rea had enough right then. "Dad, Stan has work to do, and he has to return to Franconia tomorrow. You're going to make things difficult for him."Mr. Fowler smiled awkwardly. "Right…" "You think?" Rea huffed, snatching his wine away. "Everyone only gets to have one glass."Mr. Fowler glared at Rea. "Party pooper."Rea shrugged. "I'm doing this for your
Rea turned her head aside. "Then what's your hobby?"Stan did a double take and remembered his life… which was work and more work.It had been years since he took leave, and he would not get to goof off the last few days if it had not been for Zachary's wedding.Hobby? He certainly did not have anything like that.Now that he thought about it, his life was boring and monotonous, and he did not have anyone very close.That was why he wanted a kind, understanding wife to care and offer him company while he took care of her needs.When he looked up at Rea, he clearly felt that she was not for him—he needed someone to take care of him, but with her, he would be busy taking care of her instead."You're looking at me weirdly," Rea suddenly said."How so?" Stan asked.Rea moved closer, looking him in the eyes and asking solemnly, "Don't tell me—you've fallen for me?""You don't just suffer from a flawed personality—you're narcissistic too."Stan pursed his lips and checked the tim