Chapter 120

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