Chapter 98

Irene was frowning because Harvey was the one who had sent her the invitation to an art exhibition he was organizing!

What was his purpose? What did he want? 

She could not tell.

“What‘s on your mind?” Isaac asked as he entered to find her pensive with a card in her hand. Holding out his hand, he asked, “What is that?” 

Irene passed it to him nonchalantly. “Courtesy of Harvey Gooding.” 

Isaac frowned at the mention of the name, and after reading it, he asked, “Are you going?” 

Initially, Irene had no such intention since she was not as friendly with Harvey as she would like to think 

to disgust Isaac and make him willing to divorce her, she

 what Irene was thinking, but he certainly did not want her to go–not

famous university. He would not even be able to tell between Monet and Manet! The art exhibition was planned with ulterior motives in the first place. “You should be resting as per your postpartum care routine.” He tried

“I‘m going,” Irene insisted.

it, the more eager she would be to do it just

 black, she would take

 silently, but she simply turned away and repeated staunchly, “I‘m going.” “Fine,” Isaac replied, seemingly seeing through her just then. “I’ll go with you–I‘d be worried

 but soon told him, “You should get back to work. I know you‘re a busy man, but Mrs.

could not run away with a broken foot even if she wanted to–his vigilance was simply overkill. The only thing she could do to lead

 their marriage in the first place,

 getting the doctor‘s approval. She was still in her postpartum phase and keeping warm was necessary, which included layers and a cap. A nurse wheeled her out since her foot was still plastered, and required a crutch

 “What are you doing? The wheelchair is right there.” “Jimmy will put it in the car,” Isaac said,

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