Chapter 113

As Irene hung her head, Stan said, "Please pack her belongings, Mrs. Watson."

Despite what Stan said, Mrs. Watson just had to pick up Irene's laundry and nothing else.

After she was done, Stan brought a wheelchair, and Mrs. Watson helped Irene to get on it.

With the men he brought, it looked as if Stan was afraid she would run away, and the overkill was enough for Mrs. Watson to tell that something was wrong. "Did you upset your husband again, Mrs. Jefferson?"

Irene said nothing.

"Why?" Mrs. Watson simply could not understand, and disliked that about her.

Irene could get along with Isaac and have a blissful married life with him. How many women would die for that?!

"Because—"

Before Irene could finish, however, they watched as Stan stomped on the rose bouquet Harvey sent, leaving an utter mess before telling Irene, "Mr. Jefferson's orders."

Irene remained impassive—she did not really like those roses anyway.

"Do whatever you want," she said flatly.

"Was that from the man