The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

That being said, Irene never once tried to understand what Lionel was thinking, or what he actually wanted.

In fact, the success he wanted was almost no different from her ambition to become a military doctor. It was just that they had different ambitions, and wanted different things for their lives.

“All I want is for our family to rise as a dynasty, and my daughter to become an heiress, “Lionel said then, pressing his argument because he sensed that Irene was relenting slightly.

Nonetheless, Irene pursed her lips and asked, “So, you’re saying you have the right to sacrifice me for the sake of your ambition?”

“How could you call that a sacrifice?” Lionel retorted as if he was in the right. “Is Isaac Jefferson ugly or poor? So many ladies want to marry him but it would never happen, but we have that opportunity–why shouldn’t we seize it? In fact, what sort of a husband could you find for yourself if you didn’t marry Isaac? Would he be better than Isaac?”

Irene was actually stumped.

She knew very well how incredible Isaac was, and heard about how women would hover around him.

However, she had also realized how rotten a person he was since she started to live with him.

There was just no way of coexisting with that personality, and he could well be just good for his looks.

With men like him, one should just be admiring his good looks from a distance without getting close.

“You overestimate me, Lionel. I won’t help you no matter what you say,” Irene said as she rose to her feet. “Moreover, Samantha is the homewrecker who ruined my mother’s marriage-why would I help her son?”

“I’m tired, so leave,” she said, ordering her unwanted guest’s departure.

“Ricky is your brother no matter how you try to deny it,” Lionel insisted.

Irene simply looked at him and said, “And I’m denying it anyway. What can you do about it?”

Lionel was showing signs of rage, but had to bear with Irene’s stubbornness given the present situation-alter all, one should at least look the part when begging for a favor.

“Tell me, what do you want to agree to help?”

Irene simply lay down in her bed, closed her eyes, and said nothing.