Soon, the door opened and Zachary said, "Come on in.""Where is she?" Irene was actually anxious too."She hasn't woken up," Zachary replied."I'm early, then." "Take a seat. Would you like a drink?""Fruit juice would be good." Zachary poured her a glass of fresh juice, and Irene went to check on Lulu after half a glass.She was still asleep, so Irene gently closed the door.Unbeknown to Irene, Rainie Lang's eyes opened the instant Irene shut the door. She was thinking that she really wanted to know if she was really amnesiac, and whether she actually was Lulu Adams.Quietly rising to her bare feet, Rainie tiptoed to the door just as Irene returned to the living room and asked softly, "Are you done straightening things out back home?""Yeah," Zachary replied quietly. "I've divorced Ember Lindt and made sure her family was destroyed with no hope of resurgence. Now, everything I say in the family goes."Irene hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did the Lindts try to kill L
Zachary asked gingerly, "You're awake?"Rainie remained wary as he stared at her. After overhearing his conversation with Irene, she was enlightened about a great many things despite the lack of words.She had lost her memory because people tried to kill her but failed, and the mother of the man before her was involved."What do you want now?" She glared at him."I told you—this woman was your junior in med school and your best friend. Let her tell you about yourself, and you'd know that I'm not lying."Rainie was laughing inwardly. Not lying? He did not want her to regain her memories!It went without saying that he must have treated her terribly before, or he would not have worried that she remembered."Fine, I'll meet her." She relented."Okay, good," Zachary happily passed her a pair of loafers. "Put these on. She's waiting in the living room. Rainie got to her feet. "What's her name?""Irene Spencer," Zachary replied. "Do you remember your old job? You were a forens
The traffic light was still red when Irene looked out of the window and saw that familiar car, though the chauffeur started to drive off before she got a good look.Still, she turned and managed to see Moneypenny alighting.It was not surprising that she recognized the car—it was Henry Jefferson's, but she did not dwell on it since Isaac was not on speaking terms with them now.…Returning to the mansion, Irene found it dead silent except for the kitchen.Sheryl was on the couch, sorting some of Irene's baby necessities which they had bought just today."Where's Isaac?" Irene asked casually."He's talking to James Cross in his study," Sheryl replied.Irene left to check on her children first before she left the room quietly since they were asleep.Seeing her again, Sheryl asked, "Why don't you ask if they're done? Dinner is ready."Irene did so, and found the study door ajar.As she was about to open it, she heard James speaking, "Stan dealt with Kim Sherwood since he's clos
The sun is always kindest as dawn breaks.As Isaac left for work after breakfast, Irene was doting on their two sons."Irene…"Sheryl wanted to speak with Irene, but she hesitated after calling out to her. "What is it, Mom? Just tell me," Irene told her.Sheryl was actually hesitant because she was concerned about Irene's feelings, and was worried about hurting her self-esteem."Well, the wedding will not be so soon, but you need to prepare too."Irene was still playing with Tommy as she replied, "Isaac said he would handle it, didn't he? I don't have to do anything."Sherly had no choice but to be direct right then. "But you'd want to be a beautiful bride, don't you? I mean, you can hide your face when you go outside these days, but there's still a lot of days to come…"Irene touched her own facial scars right then and she hung her head.Sheryl then continued, "Look, Isaac might not mind it now, but it's still hideous.""If he's fickle, he'll get sick of me eventually even
Isaac was standing by the door, having a clear view of what Irene was doing.As he strode in, Irene asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"Isaac said nothing, instead walking up to her and putting a hand on her scarred face.Irene watched him and joked, "If I married you like this, won't people say that you married ugly?""No one would have the balls to say that," Isaac replied, gently caressing her cheek."They might, behind your back," Irene said, taking his hand off. "Take your shower. I'm checking on the children downstairs."Isaac caught her by the wrist. "We have people doing that. You, on the other hand, are getting weird.""Mom was suggesting that I get plastic surgery," Irene said. "She told me that this doesn't look good."Isaac smiled. "It doesn't."Irene glared at him right then. "I thought you said you didn't mind."Isaac kept smiling. "I don't!" "So why doesn't this look good?" Perhaps he did not like how she looked now and was just lying that he did not mind?"
"Someone rescued Ian Jefferson and his girlfriend," James said.Isaac's face fell. "What?""I rushed over as soon as the director called me. It seems that someone drilled a hole into their room." Isaac closed his eyes. "Got it. Just find out who rescued them as soon as possible.""Yeah."As Isaac put away his phone, Irene asked, "What happened?""Someone rescued Ian and his girlfriend from Blue Hill Asylum," Isaac said, putting away his spoon just then—he had lost appetite from the news."No matter what it is, you have to eat," Irene said, putting the spoon back into his hand. "Don't waste my cooking."Isaac looked at her then and smiled. "Fine, I won't."Moreover, Irene was not worried about security here—it was basically airtight."Who could it be?" she asked."It must be my grandfather," Isaac did not hesitate to answer. "But I don't get it—why now? He could have done it much earlier."Irene agreed, but she had no idea either."You don't have to worry. James will get t
"To be frank, the antidote development you led was an eye-opener for me. I'm honestly impressed by everyone's professionalism and determination."Pausing for a moment, Dennis then added, "You worked at Mead Clinic and brought us their latest research data, so your contribution is immense even if you aren't working for us officially… That's why I asked to meet: I was wondering if you're interested in taking the post of director."Irene was left gaping. Never had she expected the director of Hotmesh Research would ask her to take over!She did not know what to say just then."I don't think I can—""You don't have to give an answer right now. Take your time to think about it," Dennis said, pouring her some tea. "I mean, Tobey Kitsch was supposed to succeed me before, and then…"Trailing off, Dennis then smiled. "Well, thank goodness that happened and allowed us to understand the true extent of his abilities. It would've been a disaster if he really took over."Irene took a sip of h
Erin Gooding smiled. "Cake?"She was not distant at all.As Irene nodded, she continued, "James is too busy to accompany me, so it's boring being alone… May I visit you sometime?"Irene did not want to reject Erin, but she did not have the time—she wanted to stay home and take care of her children while she did not have to work."How about work? Something you prefer, preferably… Just to kill time?""I wanted to, but James told me that he would pay for everything."Erin had a look of bliss on her face as she said that, and Irene smiled unwittingly as she looked on.Happy people tend to radiate a certain glow, and people who watch them could feel their warmth too."What is it?" Erin asked. "Did I misspoke?""Nope," Irene replied, taking a slip from her glass. "Congratulations. James is a good man.""Yeah, but he's just so busy," Erin said, resting her chin on her hand. "Sometimes it's two days before I get to see him once, and he's never at home at night.""He's busy with work