Not only had she borrowed money from the butler to treat her grandmother, but she had also borrowed from other people as well. She had not told anyone about that.
Though she was struggling, Lucas was not doing any better than her.
He leaned on the sink and gagged.
Irene knew that he was trying to vomit.
"Mr. Lucas, your dog is dead, but you are still alive." She tried to console him.
No one knew how long Mr. Woods intended on keeping Lucas in the South Block, and Lucas would starve to death if no one delivered food to him. Even if he starved to death, Mr. Woods still had other children, and Mrs. Woods would be pleased by his death. Everyone else would stand by and watch, without feeling a drop of sympathy for him.
Before she could continue, Lucas roared furiously, "Scram! I never want to see you again!"
He gritted his teeth and glared resentfully at her, causing her to fall to her knees in fear.
She remembered the way Lucas had stormed into the main block to fight Mrs. Wood the night before. Perhaps she had meant well, but she had indeed wronged Lucas.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lucas. Once I get my salary, I will throw another hundred dollars into the trash can... Just think of it as me borrowing money from the trash can. Don't be mad at me, okay?" She wiped away her tears helplessly, not knowing how to appease his anger.
Lucas' clenched fists loosened slightly. A voice in his mind was telling him that Irene was telling the truth and that he should not have taken his anger out on her.
The air between the two was filled with awkwardness.
Just then, two cars stopped outside the yard, and Irene immediately hurried out of the bathroom. She darted toward the door at the noise and opened the door to glance outside.
"Why are they back so soon?" she thought. "Will they find out that I have sent dinner to Mr. Lucas?"
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