Keeping her head down, Irene walked up to her Gladstone bag. She did not forget her obligation as a doctor as she said, "You shouldn't let your stitches come in contact with water. Apply antiseptic once per day, and try to wear loose clothes that don't brush against the stitches."Putting down several small packs, she added, "These are pills for oral use, and this is the antiseptic.""Okay," Isaac replied flatly without turning around. Naturally, Irene said nothing in return and left with her bag.It was almost eleven after she caught a taxi to return to the hospital. She had a simple meal at the cafeteria but was summoned to the hospital chief's office once she returned to the clinic. His expression was solemn as if there was something he was hesitant to say, but eventually, he told her, "I'm going to let Whitney Cox take the internship at the Second Militarized Zone." Irene was stunned, but she did not give up immediately. "Didn't you agree before that I would be going?"
Zachary had come hitching a ride from Isaac to meet up with Irene.When he saw that it was Whitney coming instead, he alighted. "I'm leaving."After that, Whitney got in and sat opposite Isaac, feeling insecure since she realized that Isaac had mistaken her for someone else.However, she already experienced the benefit of his influence—the chief of the hospital had always admired Irene, but Isaac just had to speak, and Whitney was given the internship at the Second Militarized Zone instead.She had made up her mind to keep him.Such an opportunity—such good fortune—would only happen once in a lifetime. It was a blessing from the gods, and she must therefore seize it. "I've made up my mind," she said, looking up.Isaac twitched—he did not expect her to decide so quickly. Though he appeared unconcerned, he was actually curious about her answer."I don't want anything."Whitney knew for sure that something important must have happened, which was why Isaac had offered to take her
Isaac looked up. He raised a brow, amplifying his menacing presence. "What?"Zachary gritted his teeth. "Whatever. I will bear with it this time since it concerns your happiness."Isaac gave him a dark, placid look. "Drive."After Stan drove off, Zachary decided that he must at least do something for Irene. However, he saw that she had just stepped out of the entrance when he turned to head back to the lounge."Irene…" Zachary walked up to her. "I need to go." She was still smiling at him, and it hurt Zachary to see her like this. "I'll do my best to find a donor for your mother,” he said.The thought of her mother left Irene's gut clenching. She worked hard to hide her feelings, but the quiver in her voice was telling. "Really?"A heart donor does not grow on trees, and there were plenty of cases where patients died even before they found a match.Her eyes welling up with tears, she did not know how to convey her gratitude other than saying, "Thank you, Zachary.""We're fr
"Ms. Spencer? I'm Mr. Jefferson's assistant. Come with me—he's waiting for you."Irene spaced out for a moment when she saw Stan, though she quickly looked away to hide the look of recognition on her face.Stan was the one who opened the door when she treated that patient in Zachary's stead. If Stan was Isaac's assistant, did that mean the patient was Isaac?"Please, Ms. Spencer." Stan's tone became sterner when he saw that she was not moving.Putting away her thoughts, Irene replied, "I have to go to work."It was a clear refusal—she had no intention of meeting that man."Please think about this carefully, Ms. Spencer. Given your status, you would not just lose your job if you make Mr. Jefferson upset—you would have no chance of working as a doctor again."It was a clear threat, and Irene was left clenching her fist. All her father did was offer to pay for the cost of her mother's surgery. She had to pay for all other medical bills, so she certainly could not lose her job o
‘Didn’t he just leave me with that pervert? Why would he show up here? To laugh at me? Hah!’ thought Irene inwardly."Isaac Jefferson?" Irene snapped, pointing at the man despite the killing intent swirling around him, boosted by liquid courage. "You are… a real b*stard!"Isaac's face darkened instantly, while Stan and Mrs. Watson kept their heads down in fearful silence.Even so, Irene shambled forward, grabbing Isaac's necktie and pulling him toward herself. "You thought I wanted to marry you? You think you're some sort of god?"The alcoholic fumes she breathed left Isaac frowning, and anger brewed in his eyes as he deftly caught her wrist. "You're crazy."He thought she was willing to play along with any man. He had tried to corner her and make her ask for a divorce, but she was as dumb as a donkey and refused to yield.Still, he had changed his mind after she left with Harvey; she was his wife, even if he felt repulsed that she had been defiled. "You're the crazy one." Ir
"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