Chapter 142

Isaac was glaring at Irene as if he would cut her into little pieces—if looks could kill, she would be dead already! "I was just—" Even as Irene tried to explain, Isaac sprang to his feet, clearly reluctant to listen to her, and strode out of the dining room. Irene pursed her lips but did not follow—he was furious, and he was not calm enough to listen to her explanations. She should give him time to calm down before talking to him. "Achoo—" Irene suddenly clasped her hand over her mouth as she sneezed! Seeing that, Mrs. Watson asked, "Do you have a cold?" Irene nodded, and she quickly brought her cold medicine. "Thanks," Irene sniffled. Mrs. Watson smiled. "You're Mr. Jefferson's wife. It's what I should do." Irene lowered her gaze at the mention of Isaac, but quickly took the medicine and washed it down with water. … After having breakfast, Irene changed into fresh clothes and headed to the hospital. Ensuring that Samantha was not around, she visited Lionel, and told hi