Irene looked into Isaac's eyes as she said, "I know you're trying to comfort me."
She could not help blaming herself because she was not the one who suffered.
But as a fellow woman, she understood what Erin was going through.
Nonetheless, Isaac said mildly, "Erin Gooding and James Cross made up. They're both doing well now, so don't shoulder the blame."
Irene raised a brow. How was she unaware that they made up?
However, it was good news that Erin could come around and start over with James.
Making a serious face, she asked, "Where's Ian Jefferson now?"
"Locked up," Isaac said darkly. "He's hanging by a thread."
Even though everything was now in the past, Ian had hurt him and the people around him.
And that was unforgivable.
That was why Isaac did not relent despite Henry's relentless pleading.
He beat Ian half to death and kept the latter locked up in Jefferson Manor.
"Your grandfather's funeral—"
"His son will handle it. I just need to show my face for appearances sake," Isaac said, cutting Irene short.
He knew what Irene wanted to say, but Greg Jefferson was still alive although he was paralyzed.
Rumor even had it that he was now the sugar daddy of a young, pretty face.
He had always been a pervert, and since he was completely entranced by his lover, he did not ask a thing about Ian.
Irene nodded. "Good."
She was worried that Isaac would just ignore everything, making him a target for scorn—what happened in the family stayed in the family, after all!
Isaac laughed, his voice rising in pitch as he did. "Everyone knows that the old man and I were at odds, even mortal enemies, don't they?"
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