"Sheryl Harris—you're a real idiot, you know that? It's tragic how you can't tell what your own husband wants!"Samantha was folding her arms before her chest and gloating. "All Lionel wanted was for your daughter to become family with the Jeffersons, so that she becomes a puppet for his own ends. That's the only reason he's not divorcing you! Are you really stupid enough to think that he still gives a damn about you? If that's true, why would he have me at his side for twenty years, or let your daughter marry into the Jefferson family?""Sure, the Jeffersons are a genuine dynasty, but Isaac Jefferson is also infamous for his bad temper. Did you think your daughter would not suffer, as a woman he was forced to marry? If you're smart, divorce Lionel right now, and your daughter just might stop suffering.""Y-You're lying!" Sheryl snapped, but she lacked the strength and therefore the authority!Outside, Irene wobbled.Her father had put her through many lessons, such as piano, danc
Over the years, Irene often found heartache, but she had also learned to let go.Changing the subject, she asked, "Weren't you asking to be discharged, Mom?"Sheryl nodded. "Yes. I'm much better now—I'm ready to leave after such a long stay."Irene did not agree to it, however, and instead spoke to her attending physician. He told her that while Sheryl could be discharged, she should ensure that she had sufficient rest and keep to her checkup schedules. Still, Irene did not tell Sheryl that, but instead said, "You should wait a couple days, Mom."After all, Sheryl needed a place to live after she was discharged. After Sheryl nodded in agreement, Irene hesitated for a moment before asking her opinion, "Mom, do you want to divorce Lionel?""I will," Sheryl replied.Irene pursed her lips. She had wanted her mother to divorce Lionel for years, but it never happened. Moreover, Sheryl was saying she would divorce Lionel—and not that she wanted to.And Irene respected her decisio
Zachary nodded. Irene stiffened as if she had a bucket of ice water poured on her, dousing her from head to toe.'Isaac himself told me that he did not like Whitney, but if that really was the case, why would she be pregnant?' Irene thought inwardly.Noticing the terrible look on Irene's face, Zachary asked in concern, "Are you alright, Irene?"Irene came to her senses and quickly shook her head. "I'm fine."She felt a sense of loss to hear that Whitney was pregnant, but she was soon relieved.It did not matter to her whom Isaac loved, as she had no reason to get upset about that."No, you're not," Zachary said suspiciously, because she was kind of overreacting. "Did you fall for Isaac?"Irene looked up and met Zachary's gaze. "Did I?"He nodded. "Yes, you did." "Actually, I'm reacting like this because I'm worried, not because of him," she said, walking over to sit on a bench. "I know my place—I won't think of him that way."At the same time, she stroked her belly.Surel
Isaac stared at Whitney in silence, and she gradually felt the creeps.Guilt was gnawing on her. After all, she had never been pregnant!Nonetheless, he said slowly after a while, "If there really is a child in your belly, I want it."Whitney was jubilant. She would be laughing out loud if she was not sitting in front of Isaac, but there was no hiding the joy and excitement on her face.Amidst all the thrill, she asked, "Then, are you going to marry me?"Isaac's answer was short and flat—one might even say cold. "No."Those words left Whitney's smile stiffening. "What? Why?""It's a simple issue. I just want the child," Isaac said flatly with the last ounce of his patience.Whitney started to lose her composure right then. "Well, where are you taking me?""To the hospital," Stan answered from the driver's seat, and turned to glance at her for a moment. "You'll give birth to that child, but you won't be the mother."This time, Whitney was scared witless. "W-Why the hospita
When Isaac woke up, his nostrils were stung by the pungent scent of medicine. As he slowly sat up, his secretary came by to help. "Mr. Jefferson."Isaac waved her off. "I'm fine," he said, taking a moment to compose herself before asking, "How's Stan?""He's unconscious, but the doctor already operated on him, so his life isn't in danger," the secretary replied. "The doctor has also advised you to rest since you had a minor concussion. Why don't you rest a little?" Isaac remembered the blood on Whitney's legs just then. Pursing his lips in silence for a while, he eventually ended up asking, "How's Whitney Cox?""The doctor said that she had a miscarriage. She's fine otherwise apart from minor lacerations. She woke up when I arrived—she's in the next ward."Then, hesitating for a moment, the secretary asked, "Should I call for her?"Isaac raised a hand to stop her.He was feeling mixed emotions just then—despite his disgust toward Whitney, and his reluctance to let her be th
Irene decided that she would be out of line if she kept her place as Mrs. Jefferson.Nearby, the leaves on a tree were rustling from the touch of a slightly chill breeze. It was the early days of autumn, and the sun was much milder.Tightening her clothes, she hurried along, having planned to cook dinner for Isaac tonight before asking for a divorce.That was when a car suddenly screeched to a halt, blocking her path while several men quickly alighted. Without saying a word, one of them pulled a black sack over her head while another clasped a hand over her mouth, dragging her into the car before speeding off."Oof—"Irene was immobile and completely under their control.There was no telling how long had passed when she was finally dragged out of the car.Although the black sack still kept her blind, no one was keeping her from talking."Who are you people? Why did you kidnap me?""CLOUD B, 778VQ—that's your car, isn't it?""Yes," Irene replied.Her mother had spent all her
"Mom, Dad, you have to help me, or I'll definitely end up in prison!" Ricky Spencer was crying out even as he tugged on Samantha's hand.Lionel glared at his incorrigible son. "What have you done this time?" he growled—it was certainly not Ricky's first offense. "I-I was just trying to practice my driving ahead of my driver's test. Irene's SUV was just sitting there and no one's using it, so I drove it around, and then I got caught in an accident…""What?!"Lionel almost died from a heart attack right then. "Just days ago, you almost blinded someone with a skewer, and I had to spend so much on damages and apologize to finally resolve it! Now, you're telling me you caused an accident? And without a license?! You honestly don't appreciate being alive, do you?""Calm down, Lionel. Ricky's your only son, and he hasn't completed his studies yet! You have to help him—he can't go to prison. Would he have a future if he does? The SUV is Irene's, so just say that it was her…""Dream on
With those words, Lionel headed upstairs.Samantha was left pouting, but there was no way she could abandon her son to his own fate right now—she had to listen to Lionel's instruction. "Let's go. Tell me where it happened," she said as she pulled Ricky along."But Dad just—"Ricky had more to say, but Samantha cut him short right then. "Just stop it and deal with your own mess right now! I was just humiliated because of you!"…Upstairs, Lionel found Sheryl packing her bags, and walked over to pull the dress she was holding out of her grasp. "We've been married for most of our lives. Do you really think a divorce is necessary?"Sheryl sneered. "What, I'm supposed to let you keep using me like a tool, and ruin my daughter's life?""How did I ruin her life? Do you have any idea how much money I spent on her as a child, the lessons I paid for?" "You know very well why you paid for all that. Also, I've given up on you ever since you've used my illness to coerce Irene into that a