Irene was feeling uneasy. Somehow, she knew that Isaac would show up in Sunny City anyway."So, you're giving up?" she asked."No way!" Harvey was just getting pumped for a fight against Isaac. "The more he wants to get to you, the more I'll make sure he never does…"Nonetheless, he soon trailed off because he just realized that Sheryl and Irene's son were gone."Where's your mother and the baby?" he asked."They left last night," Irene replied—she did not plan to hide that anyway.She had been compliant over the last few days at the mansion, and they had become very friendly with the guards. Moreover, Harvey was not keeping her as well-guarded as he did before, which allowed her an opening. "Do you not trust me?" Harvey's face contorted in rage; he felt as if he was betrayed after being so nice to her for months!Irene held his gaze. "It's not as if I don't trust you, but Isaac is here, so I had to do something. What if you'd told him about me when you met him yesterday? I'm
Stan tried to stop it, but he was too late—Irene had already fallen out of the window.There was a dull thud, but Isaac coolly told him, "Take her away." With that, he turned and left the room.Stan peeked outside the window—it was not exactly high here since it was just the second floor, but anyone falling out from here would still be severely injured. He felt sympathy for Irene, but his heart was not aching for her.She was the one who challenged Isaac, and it was her own fault for running away when the world was her oyster.Everyone had spent months looking for her!Downstairs, Irene was curling up in agony, with her leg being especially painful. She reached out to touch it, and could tell that there was a broken bone.Even so, Stan barked at his men to pick her up unceremoniously—even a little violently! Irene had no strength to resist, allowing herself to be dragged around like a rag doll. Harvey was left watching helplessly as everything unfolded.While this might
Isaac remained apathetic. "Leave her be."As he headed upstairs, Mrs. Watson breathed a long sigh—she was not about to go against him, even if she felt sad for Irene.Moreover, Irene was the one at fault. How could she run away? Isaac had every reason to be angry.…The months when Irene was missing was an opportunity for Whitney Cox.Even if Isaac was still ignoring her, she still came every day with her homemade food in an attempt to win his favor again—to fulfill her dreams to enter that mansion as the lady of the house.It was the same today, and Mrs. Watson was used to Whitney showing up constantly.Taking the food containers she brought, she told Whitney, "I'm afraid Mr. Jefferson still doesn't want to see you, Ms. Cox. Please leave."Unrelenting, Whitney asked, "Did you say that, or did Isaac?""Mr. Jefferson has told you that on multiple occasions. Why would you still ask?" Mrs. Watson countered, leaving Whitney speechless. It was obvious that Mrs. Watson abhorre
Whitney's face turned pale even as she stammered, "W-Why are you here?!"Glowering, Isaac strode forward and kicked her away! "You lied to me!"Whitney fell like a rag doll, but promptly pushed herself up in panic. "N-No, I wasn't lying…"Isaac had heard everything she said, but she still insisted on lying!The only reason he never punished her was because they shared that night.Now, he just wanted her gone!"Watch her, Mrs. Watson!" he bellowed before leaving to call Stan, telling him to head to the mansion right away to deal with Whitney. After hanging up, he turned to Irene, lying on the floor and looking almost lifeless. Hesitating for a moment, he dropped to crouch beside her, and extended a hand—pausing for a while, he eventually braced himself to touch her cheek, his tone cracking as he gently called, "Irene Spencer…"He never knew that it was her that night—his heart was left pounding violently at the idea!Even so, Irene's vision was blurring and soon darkened.
Irene's heart still pounded with fear as she remembered how that man had pushed her out of the window.Nonetheless, Isaac asked softly, "Irene Spencer, I have a question: were you at Charity Hospital on the sixth of July?"Irene drew a blank, but rasped, "I was working there as a doctor at the time. Isn't it normal for me to be there?"She had no idea why Isaac would talk about that night, but now that Isaac had learned the truth from Whitney, he wanted to double-check just to make sure that there was no mistake this time. "In other words, you were there even though you weren't on duty. You were standing in for Whitney Cox, weren't you?"Irene pursed her lips. "Yes, and I remember that very well because that was supposed to be our wedding night," she admitted. "You weren't at the mansion when I received Whitney's text, saying that she was busy and asking me to take over her shift. I went to the hospital—""And met a wounded man—""How did you know?" Irene narrowed her eyes, cutti
Isaac promptly rushed into Irene's ward, where he found her on the floor beside her bed, her plastered leg sprawled limply on the floor.Frowning as he moved over to help her up, he restrained his temper and asked, "What are you doing? Still trying to run when your foot is in that condition?"Irene shook her head. Right now, she had no strength to run even if her legs were fine. Her chest was swelling from lactation, leaving it utterly numb."I'm just thirsty."It was only then that Isaac noticed that her lips were cracked and bleeding from dryness. Sighing, he mildly said, "I'll get it for you."As she was returned to her bed, Irene was left staring on the ceiling and asking feebly, "Isaac Jefferson… Why can't you just let me go?"Isaac paused. He alone was aware of his feelings for Irene. However, his ego had prevented him from acknowledging that in the past just because she had been with another man, and he constantly kept those feelings repressed. Now, things were d
Isaac glanced at Irene's plastered leg and explained, "My anger got the better of me."That was why he had pushed her out of that window.Irene raised her brow—that was actually his reason to push her, even if she might die?"What if you'd killed me?""From that height? You'd be a cripple at worst," Isaac said, scooping out a spoonful of oatmeal and blowing at it until it was cooled, before finally holding it out to her.Not used to such kindness, Irene was left staring at him. "It's not poison, is it?"It was not as if she was being suspicious—she just could not get a read on his attitude. Isaac was left holding her gaze for seconds. Was he such a terrible villain to her?As such, he pretended to threaten her. "Not yet. I have to keep you alive to torment you."Irene actually felt relieved by that—this was the Isaac Jefferson she knew.With that, she allowed him to feed her, and he patiently did so until she was finished.He then started to scoop a bowl of chicken soup tha
Zachary was not about to give up, but he did not keep pressing Irene because Isaac stopped him. In fact, the look on Isaac's face made it clear that he was not okay with that, as he believed Zachary's presence affected Irene's rest and recovery."Let's step out for a moment," he said.Zachary followed unenthusiastically. Isaac frowned, but held out his phone. "Just because you look pitiful.""Oh, look who's talking!" Zachary did not hesitate to retort. "Don't combat the whole world for Irene when she runs away, then. There are women everywhere and most of them are in love with you, but you're acting like you can't live without her—"His rant quickly stopped before he could finish—he sensed a cold aura. Isaac was about to tell Zachary that the logs on his phone were recoverable even after deletion, but Zachary did not seem to care and exposed his Achilles' heel!He promptly pocketed his phone and coolly said, "You're no gynecologist, so there's no reason for you to come. Now,