Did it hurt?For Irene, it was only natural that it hurt.However, any physical injury would never compare to the heartache she felt from losing one of her children. She lowered her eyes and did not respond then.At the same time, Isaac was grasping her arm to stop her from moving at all… and suddenly leaned in to kiss her lips."Umph! Did you lose your mind?!" she snapped.Isaac simply grinned in return, an evil look showing across his face right then. "You must answer when I ask you a question. That is basic manners, and I would have to instruct you if you don't know that. Just now was a punishment, and if you insist on being stubborn or using silence as a way of resistance, my punishment will only get worse."Pausing for a moment, he then added, "I'm a man of my word."On the other hand, Irene was already hurt, and since she also had to protect her child, she did not dare to fight back—even if she felt utter disgust toward Isaac just then, she did not dare to say a word.O
They were both murderers who had killed her child. There was no way she would feel anything toward them other than loathing! "But what are you going to do if Isaac still refuses to divorce you?" Zachary reminded her then. "You can hide your pregnancy for a few more months, but there's no way you can hide it as more time passes by."In reality, Irene had an idea, but she did not tell Zachary—he was too much of a friend to Isaac. And if Zachary were to find out, it was only expected that Isaac would find out. As such, she simply acted as if she had no plans, and said, "I have no idea. We'll just have to cross that bridge when we reach it.""If push comes to shove, you just have to run away in secret," Zachary suggested. "Just stay out of Isaac's mind, and he'll eventually forget about you."Irene gave him a dark look. "Do you really believe that Isaac would ever fail to find me once he sets his mind on it?""Well, no…" Zachary muttered, perfectly aware of what Isaac was like an
Isaac finally turned around to look at Whitney as he coldly growled, "Bring him over."At the same time, Whitney was dumbstruck as a sense of panic slowly seized her. "Doctor? What doctor?"Isaac then took a seat on the couch in the ward, folding his legs elegantly as he spoke, "Weren't you saying that you suffered from a miscarriage? And after that, the doctor who operated on you fled for no reason? My man managed to reach him, and we're bringing him back as we speak."Whitney's legs caved, and she almost dropped to the floor in sheer terror. In reality, she had been the first person who regained consciousness after the accident. She quickly spent a huge amount of money to pay off the doctor operating her, so that he would tell Isaac's secretary that she had suffered from a miscarriage and lost her baby.The money she gave him naturally included the money he would need to run away… but Isaac was saying that he had now been captured and brought back?Whitney began, "Listen to me
There was no going back for Whitney, but she was still trying her best to weasel her way out of guilt.Meanwhile, Isaac's lips were curling coolly. To think that this woman could be this unreasonable… To think that she would attempt to deceive him with a pregnancy!He would have made her wish she was dead, if not for the fact that she had saved him that night! "Whitney, I won't hold it against you this time. But know this, I'll only tolerate your nonsense this one time, and I don't want to see you ever again. Cross the line again, and there will be no mercy!"Then, rising to his feet, he told his secretary, "Let her go.""Yes, Mr. Jefferson." Her secretary gestured for the men to release Whitney then. "Isaac…" Nonetheless, Whitney lunged toward him again, begging through tears and snot, "I didn't mean to do this…""Keep bugging me, and I'll make sure you don't get to stay in this city!" he said with an even tone, but there was endless intimidation in his words.Whitney f
There was a single night light staying lit within the ward, but it was quite dim.Still, Isaac ensured that Irene was sound asleep before closing the door behind him and walking to her bed.He studied her, and saw that the color had returned to her face. It was the case over the past few days, and her cheeks were now almost vibrant and her lips a French pink hue. Her jet-black hair was spread loosely, with a strand sprawled over her brow, but that only adds to her attractiveness.Isaac could not help reaching out to caress her cheek, the tips of his fingers feeling the delicate texture of it.He furrowed his brow. Perhaps his touch tickled her, for Irene turned her head, and Isaac promptly withdrew his hand."Urgh…"Irene turned around in bed, and kept sleeping with her back facing him.She shrugged off her blanket when she turned, so Isaac pulled it over her before lying down beside her on what space was left on the bed. He leaned his face against her nape, and wrapped an arm
That being said, Irene never once tried to understand what Lionel was thinking, or what he actually wanted.In fact, the success he wanted was almost no different from her ambition to become a military doctor. It was just that they had different ambitions, and wanted different things for their lives."All I want is for our family to rise as a dynasty, and my daughter to become an heiress," Lionel said then, pressing his argument because he sensed that Irene was relenting slightly.Nonetheless, Irene pursed her lips and asked, "So, you're saying you have the right to sacrifice me for the sake of your ambition?""How could you call that a sacrifice?" Lionel retorted as if he was in the right. "Is Isaac Jefferson ugly or poor? So many ladies want to marry him but it would never happen, but we have that opportunity—why shouldn't we seize it? In fact, what sort of a husband could you find for yourself if you didn't marry Isaac? Would he be better than Isaac?"Irene was actually stumped
If Isaac was not concerned about her injuries, he might be strangling Irene again.Was marrying him such a terrible grievance?On the other hand, Irene pretended not to hear him, but her twitching eyelashes were a clear sign that she was not asleep.Closing his eyes and taking a moment to let his frustration ease, Isaac reached out to caress her face, and Irene promptly jerked and turned toward him.Isaac chuckled. "Done pretending already?""Pretending for what? I just fell asleep," she said, stretching deliberately while asking languidly, "What are you doing here?""It's only natural for me to visit my wife, no?" he said, his smile still on his face. "Has Mrs. Watson been attending to you?"Irene nodded—Mrs. Watson had been caring for Irene so well that she was the reason Irene had recovered this quickly."When are you getting discharged?" Isaac asked then.Irene, however, would rather live at the hospital than stay under the same roof with him at the mansion. "It's still to
Irene knew that Whitney desired Isaac and was therefore using him to upset her.Unsurprisingly, all of Whitney's repressed rage erupted right then. Lunging forward, she grabbed Irene's neck while shrieking, "Die! You've stolen everything from me, but Isaac will be mine once you're dead!"Irene just wanted to upset her—her body was in no condition for fisticuffs at the moment. "Do you think Isaac would like to see you acting crazy like this, Whitney? Men prefer gentle women, not fishwives."Her words more or less worked because Whitney cared too much about what Isaac thought of her."Mrs. Jefferson…"Mrs. Watson happened to arrive with lunch then. When she saw Whitney trying to hurt Irene, she promptly dropped everything and ran up to them, pulling Whitney away while snapping, "Do you know who she is? How dare you do this to her? You will get it once I tell Mr. Jefferson!"Whitney's face fell as she looked at Mrs. Watson—the old maid would be calling her Mrs. Jefferson if not fo