Chapter 180
Kathy was strutting as she walked toward them, her heels clicking in her wake as she passed a
lunchbox to Mrs. Watson. “I’ve made this for Isaac. Take it inside.”
When Mrs. Watson did not take it, she smiled, “I’ll be the lady of this house soon, Mrs. Watson. How
will we get along when you’re being this hostile now?”
Mrs. Watson reluctantly took the lunchbox then, her face falling as she turned and headed inside the
mansion.
Once she left, Kathy’s smile faded. Glancing at the suitcase lined up against the wall, she then turned
to Irene. “I hope you never show up around Isaac after you leave. He must have gotten sick of you and
told Mrs. Watson to throw away your things, didn’t he?”
Her words actually left Irene agitated.
Yes, Isaac must have gotten sick of her and told Mrs. Watson to throw away her things, did he not?
She reared her head with an impeccable smile just then. “I don’t think I’ll be the last person thrown out
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Kathy’s face fell. “Are you trying to jinx me?”
“I’m not, but I should tell you that men are prone to change. Did you think he won’t dump you just
because he dumped me? What goes around comes around, y’know.”
With that, Irene giggled and pulled her suitcase along to the gates.
Kathy bit her lip. “What are you getting smug about?! You’re being dumped!”
Irene was not bothered to respond–even if Kathy thought that she had hit the jackpot, she would end
up like Irene with a volatile man like Isaac.
Also, she was only showing Kathy sympathy, and not getting smug. What was there to be smug about
being dumped?
She just did not want to become a laughing stock, and retained what dignity she had left.
Kathy was seething. “Irene Spencer! Did you hear what I said?!”
“What?” Irene turned and asked.
“Don’t ever show up around Isaac!” She snarled every word.
“Oh, sure.” Irene laughed.
Her smile left Kathy sickened, and she snapped, “You’re being dumped, and you’re still laughing? Are
you even human?!”
Irene simply pretended she never heard her and stopped a taxi, putting her suitcase in the trunk before
leaving.
As she returned to the Spencer mansion and dragged her suitcase through the front gates,
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Sheryl came out to help her. “You’re moving out from Isaac Jefferson’s mansion now?”
Irene nodded, and her weary look left Sheryl with a heartache. “Eat something before you get some
sleep.”
“Okay,” Irene said, just so that Sheryl did not worry.
Irene took a nap after a light meal, but she was not sleeping soundly, and woke up when she heard
something.
Rubbing and opening her eyes, she saw that it was Zachary Slate and Lulu Adams, and she sat
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“Irene,”
terrible.”
Lulu said as she sat beside Irene and checked her face. “Are you sake? You look
Irene shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Are you still mourning your father? My condolences.” Lulu comforted her.
Irene smiled, but did not tell her about her current situation.
“Anyway, I’m visiting to tell you that I’ve bought a train ticket back to Sunny City today. I have to go
back,” Lulu said then.
Irene turned toward Zachary and asked, “Splitting up again?‘
Lulu smiled bitterly. “His mother won’t accept me so soon. We need time to work on it, but I can’t stay
here either–I need to get back to work.”
Irene understood where she was coming from.
“Well, I’ll go to the station with you guys,” she said, but Lulu kept her on the couch.
“You don’t look too well, so just stay home and rest. I just need Zachary to see me off.”
Irene was certainly exhausted, and she smiled. “True. And I’m excess baggage when Zachary is
around anyway.”
Lulu gave her a good–natured smack. “Oh, you.”