Edward thought that Irene had forgiven him, so he was no longer angry. However, he found out he had been mistaken.
"Edward, do you know my mother has passed away?" Irene's tone was indifferent again. This time, he couldn't read what was on her mind.
Was she blaming him? Or was she simply informing him? Or was she asking him?
"I've heard. Irene, I didn't think things would turn out like this. If only I had known, then I would have given Tristan the money! I wouldn't wish death upon my mother-in-law."
Edward was also very shocked and felt guilty about Sofia's death.
After all, Sofia was Irene's mother. She wasn't a bad person, but she was a little selfish because she feared for her life. Yet, she might've been the only one in the Jones family who wished Irene well.
If he had known this would be the result, he definitely would've lent the Jones family some money for their debts.
"Edward, why didn't you tell me that Tristan called you? Moreover, you went to their house without my knowledge. Look, I know they can be very outrageous, but you can't just leave me out of the loop!"
The more she brought this topic up, the more upset she'd get. She didn't really want to discuss this matter with Edward anymore, and her misunderstanding deepened.
"Irene, I didn't let you know because I was worried the Jones family's affairs would upset you. Besides, you were pregnant and I didn't want the stress to affect the baby. Can you understand where I'm coming from?" Edward patiently explained to Irene.
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He had never treated anyone with such patience before, so he thought he was doing a pretty good job at it.
Irene figured that Edward had a reason for behaving like this. After all, she almost had a falling out with the Jones family at one point in time, and she had already cut off ties with them.
This was understandable.
However, Irene couldn't just let her mother's accidental death be.
How about the time Edward went to look for Celine? What about the lipstick mark and the scent of perfume on his coat?
Why did he lie to her?
Even though Edward had already clarified matters with the public, Irene couldn't just let it slide.
"Enough about this, Edward. I want to rest," Irene said with a cold and distant look in her eyes.
She shut her eyes and went to bed immediately after she said that. Edward remained silent.
Quietly, he watched her from the side. His heart was a mess.
Edward could tell that Irene decided to sleep because she didn't want to talk to him. Since that was the case, there was nothing he could do. Her indifference made him unsure of his next course of actions.
He thought perhaps she was mad that he didn't lend money to the Jones family, leading to Sofia's death.
While she slept, Edward brought his work to the hospital. He needed to spend more time with Irene so she wouldn't treat him so coldly.
When Irene woke up, she saw Edward reading some documents carefully. The warm light of the setting sun illuminated his handsome face, and she was a little stunned when she saw him.
"Like what you see, my dear? I know my looks are rather dashing, but even I get embarrassed when you look at me like that," Edward said cheekily.
Edward felt a gaze trained on him as he read the documents, so he looked up and locked eyes with Irene.
Irene turned her head away in embarrassment.
"I have met some pretty narcissistic people in my life, but nobody compares to you," Irene said. Although she was stunned when she got caught staring at him, she would not admit to this embarrassing detail.
Irene replied confidently, adamant in her refusal to admit it even if she was beaten to death.
"Irene, take a good look at me. This isn't narcissism, it's just my confidence!" Edward said jokingly. He wanted to make Irene happy and free from worry.
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