Chapter 92

Isaac promptly rushed into Irene's ward, where he found her on the floor beside her bed, her plastered leg sprawled limply on the floor. Frowning as he moved over to help her up, he restrained his temper and asked, "What are you doing? Still trying to run when your foot is in that condition?" Irene shook her head. Right now, she had no strength to run even if her legs were fine. Her chest was swelling from lactation, leaving it utterly numb. "I'm just thirsty." It was only then that Isaac noticed that her lips were cracked and bleeding from dryness. Sighing, he mildly said, "I'll get it for you." As she returned to her bed, Irene was left staring at the ceiling and asking feebly, "Isaac… Why can't you just let me go?" Isaac paused. He alone was aware of his feelings for Irene. However, his ego had prevented him from acknowledging that in the past just because she had been with another man, and he constantly kept those feelings repressed. Now, things were different. It