Isaac remained relaxed with their baby in his arms.Sitting down on the couch while playing with the baby, he said, "The old man is dead."Irene appeared stumped. "The old man?"Which old man?"The one named Jefferson," Isaac said flatly, without any emotion in his tone. Irene, however, was stunned when she realized which old man he was referring to!"He's dead? From illness?" She knew about his condition, and while it was serious, they had managed to keep it in check with the best medicine available. He should not have expired that quickly… That was when Isaac said nonchalantly, "He had a heart attack."He kept his eyes away from him.Irene lifted a brow. "You gave him said heart attack?""There was a connection I guess," Isaac replied. Irene was speechless. She then took their baby from his arms and left the baby with Mrs. Watson while dragging Isaac upstairs.Once inside, she quickly asked, "What on earth happened?"Isaac simply sat on the edge of the bed, starin
Irene looked into Isaac's eyes as she said, "I know you're trying to comfort me."She could not help blaming herself because she was not the one who suffered.But as a fellow woman, she understood what Erin was going through.Nonetheless, Isaac said mildly, "Erin Gooding and James Cross made up. They're both doing well now, so don't shoulder the blame."Irene raised a brow. How was she unaware that they made up?However, it was good news that Erin could come around and start over with James.Making a serious face, she asked, "Where's Ian Jefferson now?""Locked up," Isaac said darkly. "He's hanging by a thread."Even though everything was now in the past, Ian had hurt him and the people around him.And that was unforgivable.That was why Isaac did not relent despite Henry's relentless pleading. He beat Ian half to death and kept the latter locked up in Jefferson Manor."Your grandfather's funeral—""His son will handle it. I just need to show my face for appearances sake,
Irene looked Isaac straight in the eye. "Uglies don't cheat."Isaac raised a brow, his visage alluring. "Did I cheat?'"...Not at the moment, but I wouldn't know. In the future…"Isaac leaned in and bit her nose. "I won't.""Ow." Irene grunted, pushing him away.Isaac beamed at her, his eyes twinkling beneath his thick lashes. "Where does it hurt?"Irene was speechless. Getting frisky again, huh?"Stop it, I'm not in the mood," she said sternly."Yeah," Isaac tamely got off her, while both of them composed themselves and straightened their clothes."By the way, did you go to my office to look for me?" Isaac asked."Yeah," Irene replied. "I had something to talk to you about, but it's resolved now.""Hmm." Isaac frowned. "What could be resolved so quickly?" "I was sued," Irene admitted. "That's why I wanted your help looking for a good lawyer. You weren't there, so James introduced me to a member of your legal team. The man looked formidable, even agreeing to help me reso
Neil's lawyer certainly questioned that statement. "That's merely an excuse. Are you saying that the patient would have died if the surgery was not performed?"Irene's lawyer in turn provided everything from physical evidence to material witness.Ray Hall, one of the doctors in charge during the surgery, was willing to testify for Irene as well—that Dennis would have died if not for the surgery!Even the initial diagnosis, the surgical process, and Dennis's medical history pointed to that."You may consult other specialists for a third-party opinion with these data to verify if Dennis Turner had faced mortality. But one way or another, it is clear that without said surgery, Mr. Turner would be dead."Neil whispered something into his lawyer's ear then and the lawyer nodded before saying, "That may be the case, but was the surgery performed in adherence to regulations?"The plaintiff had no comeback with the defendants' evidence and testimonies, so they could only repeatedly insis
Stan pretended not to hear it. "I'm hurt. You have to take me to the hospital."Neil was frowning. "I'm warning you—if you're faking it, I'll call the cops.""Call them! There are cameras nearby that would have caught you running into me. There were pedestrians who saw it too, and you'd even refuse to take me to the hospital after that? You're not weaseling your way out of this!"Stan stayed on the ground, watching as Neil's face alternated between different colors and ending up ashen.He could not help pursing his lips, and wondering why the man had to upset Isaac of all people. The man would end up destroying him!Meanwhile, there was a crowd building nearby—who could resist looking when there was drama involved? Naturally, some were paid actors, all just to make things awkward for Neil so that he was forced to take Stan to the hospital. "You ran him down! Everyone saw it—you have to take him to the hospital!""Yeah! You definitely did it. Just look at him, a strapping yo
Still, Neil soon noticed that something was not right. "Where did you get that blood?" he asked Stan—the man was perfectly fine earlier. Why would he suddenly start bleeding?! "Still trying to set me up?! Don't forget that there were cameras. The footage will prove that you weren't bleeding when I ran into you!" he bellowed furiously. "Leave right now, or I'm calling the cops!""Call them! I just happened to want to call them too!" Stan stayed on the ground, looking miserable as ever. "You all heard him—he admitted that he ran me down, and there were cameras. I wasn't bleeding at the time, but now I'm bleeding from the mouth and my nose… I think it's my internal organs.""That's right," an onlooker said. "Sometimes you get internal injuries from an accident and it won't show externally. You should get scanned at the hospital…" "He refused to take me, and he even claimed that he did not run into me." Stan pointed a finger at Neil accusingly. "He refused to admit it, and said tha
James continued to tease Stan."The chicken blood was fresh and it was quite difficult to get my hands on it. Don't you see how shocked the cops were when they saw you? They looked so sure you wouldn't make it.""You're the one who won't make it! If I knew I'd be given this crap once I came back, I wouldn't have bothered!" Stan snapped as he strode off toward the shower in his ward.Thank goodness there was one in his room—he could not stand the stink latching onto his body!James smiled and left before returning with a medical record.Stan was done with his shower then, drying his hair and watching James. "What's that you're holding?"James passed it to him. "Take a look. It's your medical record."Stan shot James a look. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?""Your feeling is wrong. You get to enjoy yourself fully the next few days," James sat by his bed and rested his legs on them. Stan nervously opened the medical record, to find the terms: rib fracture, kidney bleedin
Over at Jefferson Manor, Henry Jefferson's funeral was over, and it was now time to deal with Ian Jefferson.Once James learned that Ian was the one who sent those thugs from before, he unleashed all his fury and indignation on Ian.Isaac's phone happened to ring at the time, and as he took it out to answer it, James's fist landed squarely on the bridge of Ian's nose, shattering it and making him scream.Irene heard it even as Isaac started to head outside."Yeah?"Irene was relieved to hear him answer. "What was that?""Just James venting," he flatly replied.Irene quickly understood what had happened and did not ask anything else."I might be home late tonight," he added."Oh," Irene murmured. "Actually, I was just going to tell you that there's no one at home. We're all out.""I see. Head home soon, though.""Okay.""Shall I hang up now?" Isaac asked after a brief silence."Okay."…As they alighted, Tommy held Irene's hand as they headed into the mansion, saying, "I'