"Tell him I said no. And get me a coffee," Isaac growled as he strode into his own office, heading straight for his desk."But Mr. Gooding said that he won't leave unless you see him…"Isaac turned to look at his secretary, who quickly lowered her head."Bring him here," he said before sitting down and unbuttoning his suit.Soon, the secretary returned with Harvey and Isaac's coffee.Harvey appeared very upset and snapped at Isaac immediately, "Where did you find that woman?"Isaac picked up his coffee and gestured for his secretary to leave before finally looking up at Harvey."Look what she did!" Harvey continued. He pointed at a distinct slash mark on his neck before showing the bandage on his wrist. "She almost cut off my tendons, too!"Isaac's gaze darted between Harvey's injuries, feeling slightly delighted just then. Although he knew the answer, he asked, "What happened?"Harvey appeared traumatized. "That woman had a scalpel! And she was somehow breathtakingly efficien
Everyone was actually puzzled—it was too much of a coincidence for both Isaac and Irene to suddenly have urgent business to attend to, right?Whitney sensed that something was amiss as well. She might really have been hearing things the first time, but what about now?Her gaze darted between Isaac and Irene as if trying to see through them.Deciding to test the waters, she asked, "What's the matter, Dr. Spencer?"Irene really wanted nothing less than to tell Whitney that she was Isaac's wife, and leave the necessary explanations to Isaac.Naturally, she would never dare, because he was a man she could not afford to provoke.She had already lost the chance to work at Central Hospital—she could not afford to lose her job now.As such, she had to lie by saying, "It's my grandfather. I think it's something serious, so I have to go… I'm surprised that Mr. Jefferson is busy as well. What a coincidence, hahaha…"She was chuckling dryly in an attempt to laugh it off, but Isaac stubborn
The sudden bellow startled Irene, and as she spun around, she inadvertently knocked the box, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud bang!Isaac was glaring at her, and he appeared at once incensed and murderous! Flustered, she quickly explained, "I-It was an accident…"She dropped to a crouch and tried to pick it up, but she felt something catching her wrist before she could reach the box, and the weight behind the grip threatened to crush her bones.It was agony—her hand could have fallen off just then, and she was sweating from the pain."Keep your dirty hands away from it!" Isaac yelled in rage, his eyes red as he promptly flung Irene away. Caught off guard, she stumbled backward and hit her head against the corner of a wardrobe nearby. The ensuing pain seemed to cut into her heart and numbed her. There was a dull ring in her head, and she could feel something warm flowing out—she reached out and felt around the back of her head; it was sticky.Unsurprisingly, it was
Henry had already put a plan together, and it took Moneypenny a while to get it. "Is that why you asked me to find a heart donor—" said Moneypenny.He had barely finished when Irene stepped out of the restroom with the first aid kit.Moneypenny promptly turned silent. Henry leaned against his cane to rise to his feet and told Irene, "Come with me."He was heading to his study, and Irene put the first aid kit on a table before following him.Henry sat at the desk in the study, and sadness showed in his eyes as he told her, "Isaac's father passed away very early. While I raised him, he always lived away from home since he studied at a boarding school. He moved out right after graduating from university to take over the company. He is so busy that he basically never comes home."Henry's voice was low. Isaac's father was his eldest son, and no matter how long he had passed, Henry still felt miserable about his passing.He also knew that Isaac had his reason for not coming home, and
"What? Why would you ask that, sir?" Irene asked, a foreboding sensation hitting her just then. "You should know what it means to be blacklisted…" the chief said hesitantly. "Your career as a doctor—including your accomplishments—would all be erased, and no hospital would hire you."Irene was left flabbergasted by the situation that struck out of the blue. She clenched and freed her knuckles repeatedly until she finally said, "Sir, I really love this job… I can't go without it.""I want to keep you, but there is nothing I can do for you."In reality, the chief found it a pity—he acknowledged and admired Irene's professionalism and abilities, but he did not have the ability to help her."If you want to keep your job, you have to talk to Isaac Jefferson. Apologize to him if you offended him, and it just might save your career," the chief told her earnestly. "I…" Irene was hesitant to say anything.After all, Isaac's prejudice against her wouldn’t be that easily resolved.She u
Truth be told, Stan was not sure.He was also puzzled and shocked to see Irene and Zachary holding a cheerful conversation over lunch—he would never have known if he had not coincidentally passed by that restaurant either."Should we call Dr. Slate and ask?" he suggested."Yeah," Isaac flatly replied, and Stan quickly left to make the call.-Zachary arrived after around twenty minutes. The instant he stepped into Isaac's office, he said, "Perfect timing. I was just going to—""You know Irene Spencer?" Isaac asked. Interjected before he could finish, Zachary was taken aback, but he soon nodded. "I do—she's my junior, and she's the one who treated your injury that time."Isaac leaned back on his brown leather couch, his long and bushy eyelashes twitching above his jet-black gaze.That was her?It surprised Isaac."Right, so…" Zachary continued as he entered and took a seat. "Can't you be nicer to her, Isaac?"Isaac raised a brow and loafed even more casually just then, but
Irene had already set her mind on confronting Isaac, but she was more or less apprehensive about actually doing it.Scenes of his violence still flashed in her mind!Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and strode into the house. She opened the door to find Mrs. Watson waiting for her. Mrs. Watson uttered smilingly, "Welcome back."Thanks," Irene murmured as she peeked inside, spotting a figure on the couch but not his face."Mr. Jefferson is in," Mrs. Watson said.Irene changed into loafers before entering, forcing a smile as she offered a greeting. "Mr. Jefferson."Isaac put down the magazine he was reading. He darted a glance at her and said mockingly, "'Mr. Jefferson?'"‘She was refusing to divorce me and yet trying to act distant?‘Is she playing hard to get?’ Isaac thought to himself.Irene ignored it. Having apologized before, she said earnestly again, "I didn't mean to touch your stuff. I'm sorry.""Did you really think that 'sorry' would make me forgive you
Irene dreamed that she was being constricted by two gigantic serpents. She had difficulty breathing and was convinced that she would suffocate. At that time, a ray of light suddenly appeared, and she grabbed it as hard as she could…She jolted awake when she thought salvation was at hand. She opened her eyes to find a towering man standing before her, his clothes a mess but his presence menacing as if he would consume her.She was awake completely and shrank into a corner of the couch, stammering, "W-What are you doing?"Having just woken up, her voice was hoarse and quivering.Isaac merely smiled in disdain. She was the one who tried to strip him, and now she was pretending to be frightened."What, you weren't just pretending to sleepwalk and molest me? You really can't go a night without a man, can you?"Irene felt her breath leave her lungs. Still, her fingers curled into a fist as she glared at him sternly. "That's not it?"Isaac gave her a look of doubt. "Really?"Suddenly