Irene returned to the mansion after leaving Dr. Kelly's house, and she nestled on the couch, spacing out. She was wondering if she should tell Sheryl about Lionel. After all, they did live under one roof over two decades as spouses. In fact, she felt that Sheryl had a right to know. As she took her phone from her pocket to make the call, it started to vibrate.It was a video from Sheryl, along with two text messages. In the video, Tommy was wearing a onesie. His hair had grown out with a healthy black hue, and his little eyes were darting everywhere as he looked around—an adorable sight.[Tommy is a month old now, and almost nine pounds. Don't you think he looks chubbier?][Just look at him. He really takes after you!]A while ago, Irene already contacted Sheryl and told her that Isaac had taken her from Harvey's custody, meaning that they still could not meet for the moment.Now, she told Sheryl that she was doing well and asked Sheryl to take good care of Tommy. Not
Ricky stammered, "I-I thought you're not going to help? Why are you here?!"Irene remained cold as ever. "To remove my plaster cast.""Hah! I knew you were an ingrate!" Ricky snapped indignantly—she would always be this cold, even though their father was asking to see her from his deathbed!"Mrs. Jefferson has done all she can!" Mrs. Watson snapped. "She even consulted—""Mrs. Watson," Irene called out to her, cutting her short.She did not have to explain her actions to anyone, let alone Samantha's son! Ricky could think whatever he wanted, and she was not obligated to find out or care. Still, Lionel must have heard them in his ward, and called out, "Irene?'Irene pursed her lips. "Yeah, it's me.""Come in. I have something to say."Irene was reluctant, and simply said, "You just take care of yourself.""Irene!" Lionel's tone turned forceful just then. "Do I have to get out of my bed?" "Stop it, Dad. She must have fed her conscience to the dogs," Ricky snapped."Watch
"That's enough!" Lionel snapped at Samantha.The woman simply snorted and ignored him, while warning Irene, "You're married and you're no longer a part of our family. Don't even think of getting a dime from the Spencer estate—everything belongs to Ricky now."Lionel was incensed. "I'm still alive, and you're talking about inheritance already? You really want me dead, don't you?"If he died now, it would be from all the stress Samantha gave him!Knowing that she had misspoken, Samantha quickly caved and started rubbing his back. "What are you saying? You're my dependent…"Naturally, she did not want Lionel to die now, because she had yet to persuade him to leave a will!Irene shot Samantha a look then. It was obvious to her that the woman was already gunning for the Spencer estate, but she said nothing and left the ward. "Let's go, Mrs. Watson," she said, letting Mrs. Watson hold her wheelchair then.…After Irene had her plaster cast removed, the doctor told her that she cou
"When did that happen?!" Isaac barked."I'm guessing in the last 48 hours," Stan replied from the other end. "I just received word myself.""Find her!" Isaac bellowed then. "Yes, Mr. Jefferson."When he hung up, Isaac flung his phone at the table, smacking it loudly as if to reflect his mood. "What happened?" Irene asked. "Is it really that bad?"For Isaac, it could well be—Whitney Cox had just been rescued by her former flame, the rich kid named Chad Ross.Meeting Irene's gaze, Isaac told her, "It's nothing."However, he would never allow Whitney to stay unpunished—she had impersonated Irene, and had indirectly caused him to kill his own child!On the other hand, Irene did not dwell on the matter. She simply presumed that it was a bad day at the office, and kept eating.After they finished breakfast and were ready to leave, Moneypenny—the butler from Jefferson Manor—arrived, and told Isaac, "Master Isaac, Master Jefferson is asking to see you. Please return to the manor wi
Moneypenny walked up to Henry. "Sir, don't you think Master Isaac looks a little upset?"Henry sighed. "What, can't you tell?"Isaac's stance was only too obvious!Moneypenny then offered a theory. "Perhaps he is refusing because he fell in love?" Henry naturally picked up on it too. "This is all on me. I never did check on Irene Spencer thoroughly before I arranged for her to marry Isaac. And now, it's going to be difficult to get him to divorce her.""You know his temper," Moneypenny pointed out. "Things will only get difficult if he really doesn't want a divorce.""Not exactly," Henry countered. "Did you forget that he has an Achilles' heel?"Moneypenny was puzzled. "Are you referring to that?""Yes. He had always been obsessed with it—the silver crucifix of the girl who had saved him when he was ten, when he fell in the pool. He tried looking for her, and I helped too, but we never could because there were too many people visiting our house on that day.""But if we can'
Amidst the confusion, Irene saw that Isaac was on top of her."W-What's wrong?" she asked, but it was as if he was unable to hear her as he violently shredded her clothes.He was no different from a rampaging beast—violent and unreasonable.Irene struggled, but her strength was insignificant to him, and she felt chills all over as her clothes were torn off, leaving her naked right before him.Her eyes welling with tears, she rasped, "Why are you doing this?!""That's my question!" he snarled with a coldness that reverberated from his throat. "You had your father beg for a divorce! Could you stoop any lower?!"Irene did a double take—Lionel had actually begged Henry just to help her get a divorce?She felt a stuffy sensation over her chest, and suddenly could not breathe. Isaac furiously grabbed her chin then, "Have I not done right by you? Is your heart really made of ice? Huh?!"Irene looked him straight in the eye then, and saw his disappointment, heartache, and desolation.
Isaac knew that he had no one to blame but himself.Even so, Irene's obstinance on getting a divorce left him feeling unbearable, no matter how he tried to endure and tolerate her actions—she would even go as far as to have her own father beg Henry!It was clear that she would not change her mind once she made her choice, but such was her nature.Now, he was even less eager to tell the truth of what had happened that night—would she not hate him more if she found out?"Why don't you test her, and see if she cares?" Stan suggested.Turning to him, Isaac asked, "How?" "Well, just hang out with other women," Stan said. "She would not care if all she feels toward you is spite, but she would be jealous if she has feelings for you."Isaac scowled. "Why do I even bother asking?"Stan was speechless—what was wrong with his idea? It was basically perfect!Naturally, confident as he was, Stan said, "Well, do you have better ideas? That's the only option to test her now."Isaac mused t
Irene's expression darkened as she stared at Isaac holding that girl.It hurt—as if someone had shoved her heart on a meat hook."Did you come looking for me?" he asked her then, looking fixedly at her as if afraid to miss a sliver of her reaction.Irene, however, feigned nonchalance and flashed an impeccable smile. "No, I didn't. I was just passing by, and I have something else to do. I'll be leaving now."With that, she returned to the car, and urged Jimmy to drive away as fast as he could. "Move, now!"All she wanted right then was to get out of that place, and even as the car moved, she did not even look out of the window once, as if fearful that she would see Isaac holding another woman again.She wanted to slap herself right then—she actually came to make peace, and come clean to him!"He's the enemy!" she murmured, giggling self-deprecatingly. "You must have gone crazy—or drugged, Irene Spencer! To think you'd fall for the man who killed your child!""Mrs. Jefferson…" Ji