"You mean, for causing trouble in paradise?" Irene did not deny it. "Of course I am."Yes, she could never get a read on the actual relationship between Isaac and Whitney, but she was not bothered.All she needed to know was that Whitney was head over heels for Isaac, and the fact that she was staying around Isaac would piss Whitney off. Knowing that alone was enough.On the other hand, Isaac loved her honestly, and he swiftly wrapped his arms around her and pinned her against the bed.Irene panicked right then, and her speech turned to a stammer. "W-What are you doing? This is the hospital! You're going to be caught in a scandal if anyone sees you!"Isaac grinned. "Are you saying that we can do it anywhere but the hospital?""That's not what I mean!" Irene promptly denied it—in fact, she would never do it with him wherever they were!Everything she said just now was just to upset Whitney!On the other hand, Isaac was looking with eyes flaring with desire, but he was restrain
Irene stroked her belly, and in her mind, she told her lost child, 'See? The one who hurt you is receiving her just deserts.'Closing the door behind herself, she sat on her bed and glanced at the glass of water Isaac drank.Ever since Whitney showed up, she never touched any food made by the hospital, and only stuck to the food Mrs. Watson brought.Whitney had spiked her drink, but it somehow ended up with Isaac drinking it—taking the bullet for her, figuratively.Whipping out her phone, she called Zachary and told him about Isaac's condition."If push comes to shove, prescribe him something… or get him a woman."Since Whitney was obviously bent on making it count, she would have used something with a high dosage.Furthermore, Isaac also appeared at his wit's end. Her words, however, left Zachary speechless for a long while, though he eventually said, "Okay."Irene hung up, but for some reason, could not fall asleep, ending up tossing and turning in bed for the rest of the n
It was Samantha.Before this, Lionel had come to ask Irene so that she could speak with Isaac, and to persuade him to be lenient on Ricky. Irene, however, refused to help—which meant Samantha's son was going to prison. Even if he would not be serving a long sentence, he would have a criminal record, and his career options would be limited even if he completed his studies.Naturally, she was at once annoyed and furious, and hated Irene for not helping, believing her to be callous.That was why Samantha showed up at the hospital—she would make a scene and humiliate Irene!Having gathered journalists at the scene, she dropped to her knees in her campaign to get Irene flamed—so that everyone would think of Irene as an ingrate who refused to help her brother.As she cried, she complained, "Ricky is your brother! Why do you refuse to help him?! Do you have a conscience?! He's your only brother…"She bawled so loudly that those who did not know would think that she suffered a great
Samantha tried to reach for Irene again, but Zachary stopped her and warned, "Mess around again, and I'm calling the cops!"That finally kept the woman in line.Leading Irene to his car, he asked, "What's going on here? I told you I'd help you get discharged. Why were you trying to leave early?"Irene kept her head down. "I just felt like it.""Want me to drive you home?" he asked.Irene nodded. "Okay." Neither of them spoke before they reached the mansion.When they reached the front gates and Zachary stopped his car, he hesitated for a moment before telling Irene, "I got Isaac a woman like you'd suggested last night, but he did not even touch her."Irene suddenly looked up, slightly surprised and cheering up without knowing it herself.Nonetheless, she kept her indifferent expression. "Really?"Zachary nodded. "Of course. Would I lie to you?"Irene naturally believed him.Then, as she alighted, he suddenly called out to her again. "Irene…""Yeah?" She turned around.Ho
Mrs. Watson had always been calm and composed—why was she panicking out of the blue?Irene quickly put aside her work and asked, "What's wrong, Mrs. Watson?"Mrs. Watson held out her phone in front of her. "Here, take a look."Irene glanced at the screen and saw that it was a video of the little piece of theater that Samantha put together at Central Hospital this morning. Someone has uploaded it online, but it was clipped and framed in a way that portrayed Irene as the villainess. She did not need imagination to tell who was responsible—Samantha herself had done all that this morning solely for this!With networking being as advanced as it is, it is very convenient to get someone flamed online if one is willing to pay enough for traffic. After all, netizens are rarely smart and believe whatever they see, never once trying to uncover the truth for themselves. In fact, the worst ones are so warped in world view and character that they could drive a perfectly nice person over the ed
Isaac did not return home that night, but Irene thought nothing of it. Without a job, she lounged around in the mansion, taking her time to nurture her body while working part-time as an online medical consultant.Though she never left the house, she took no notice of the scandal Samantha fabricated, let alone find out how far things had gone.When Isaac did not return over the next few days, Irene decided that this was the best chance to run away, and so told Mrs. Watson, "Can you give me the check for the cleaners? I'll pick up the laundry.""Oh, I can get it for you!" Mrs. Watson suggested. "Actually, I want to leave the house for a while too." Irene smiled. "Picking up the laundry afterward is just convenient."In reality, she would leave once she picked up her laundry. As Mrs. Watson passed her the check, she looked at Mrs. Watson for a while before reaching out to give her a hug, saying, "I'm going to miss you, Mrs. Watson."Mrs. Watson laughed. "What are you on about,
Isaac had initially been indifferent toward the entire event, but looked upstage when Mark prompted him. Beneath the chandelier, a gorgeous figure sat elegantly before the piano.He raised his brow in surprise.To think that Irene would show up at a place like this… and to think that she could play the piano!"Ms. Spencer is really multi-talented," Mark added. "My wife's been telling me that she is a fine dancer too."At the same time, Isaac's gaze was glued to the stage. As Irene placed her long, thin fingers gently atop the piano keys, she seemed to relax her entire body. Her fingertips pressed down ever so slightly, and with the ring of the first key, a comforting rhythm quickly followed with perfect harmony…Mark was not well-versed with the piano, but he was eager to share his delight with Isaac. "I've really worked so hard to develop the medicine, and things would not have been done so quickly if not for the huge investment you put into the later phases!"Naturally, Isa
It was only then that Irene suddenly remembered that Isaac was an investor in Mark's business, and it was natural that he would be present today. She massaged her temples. How could she have forgotten about that?"Get over here!" Isaac barked over the phone."Got it," she said, and put away the phone while telling the man with glasses, "I'm sorry, but I have something else to do—I have to go."With that, she hurried to the car waiting by the road, but just as she reached the handle for the rear door, Isaac snapped, "Ride shotgun."Irene reluctantly got in the front passenger seat, and she barely sat down when Isaac asked impatiently, "Can't you quit messing around, Irene Spencer?"Irene frowned, thinking once again that he was crazy.How was she messing around? How did she manage to upset him again?Putting on her seatbelt, she simply said, "Please don't create an argument out of nothing."In truth, Isaac himself did not know what was happening just then—he was quick to anger