The Runaway Groom -
Chapter 142
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 him that Samantha was coveting the Spencer estate. She also warned him to be wary, in case Samantha tried to harm him for the money-she was willing to Kill Irene for it, after all!
Lionel, however, frowned. “You weren't like this before, Irene.”
He was aware that Irene disliked Samantha-even hated her.
It was understandable from Irene’s standpoint, but hatred aside, she should not make false accusations.
In fact, it disappointed him that Irene would say something like that was Irene the one who actually wanted the family estate? Was that why she resorted to slander?
"How was I before?” Irene asked in return.
“You always tried to give her a wide berth,” Lionel replied.
Irene could tell right then that Lionel doubted her!
Taking a deep breath, she said, “Would you believe me if I told you that she tried to kill me?”
Lionel did a double take it was too much to take.
He was certainly aware that Samantha was a heinous gold digger, but he still doubted that she would resort to murder
“She wouldn't go that far!”
Irene was not in a hurry to explain, and she already had an idea. “Well, I can prove it to you.”
"H-How?" Lionel asked.
"She thinks I'm dead. How would she react when she sees me?" Lionel thought about it. “Spooked?”
As Irene stayed silent, Lionel started to believe her a little now-she
would not be this confident otherwise.
“I'll help you,” he said.
“Thank you,” Irene replied.
“Is there really such a huge wall between us?” Lionel asked, looking at her then.
His cheeks were sunken and yellowed, while his eyes almost seemed dried and lifeless after he was tormented by sickness.
But now, his eyes twinkled with a yearning for kinship-people inevitably yearned for warmth when they were vulnerable, and Lionel was no exception.
However, Irene remained aloof and said nothing.
*After all that had happened, she could not offer warmth even though he asked-because he
had never loved her like a father before.
Lionel sighed then, but did not try to push her.
The rift between them had existed for far too long. It was impossible to desire more kinship “from her.
"Samantha will visit around five with dinner,” he said.
Irene nodded.
Time flew by, and it was soon 5 PM.
“Lionel,” Samantha greeted him as she entered with a food jar.
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