NovelEnglishChapter 220 Irene wondered to herself if lan was talking about Tommy just then, but she was too far to hear what he
was saying clearly-she just happened to be able to catch him saying ‘child.”
lan was still standing before his car, speaking to someone on the other end. “Bring her to me I want to
meet her.”
He was looking for a woman who had recently given birth because Tommy had been crying terribly and
refusing to drink formula milk. After reading various articles online, lan concluded that the boy wanted
breastmilk, which was why he was looking for a woman who was lactating and could feed Tommy, so
that the boy would stop crying.
In truth, Tommy was crying because the formula milk lan was feeding him was from another brand. The
change in flavor did not suit him, but he would have kept feeding if he was fed the original brand.
lan, however, did not know that.
As he hung up and got in his car, he glanced at Robin, who was still standing nearby and sighed He
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwanted to show concern, but was afraid that would give her hope, and so had to cruelly drive off,
leaving her there.
Meanwhile, Irene was flustered
Was lan talking about her child? Was lan going to check on Tommy now?
However, there was no way she could chase after a car on foot.
Taking a snapshot of lan’s car plate, she sent it to Isaac, captioning it [Can you look for this car? It’s lan
Jefferson’s, and I think he’s going to see Tommy.]
Isaac was speaking with Stan in his own office at the Light Group headquarters when his phone rang.
He picked up and raised a brow when he saw the text from Irene, and replied. [Got it.]
“What is it?” Stan asked.
Isaac stared at him in silence–he had told him to keep track of Greg Jefferson’s family, even their
maids, so that they did not miss a thing.
One of their people reported that lan was looking for women who recently delivered babies, and Isaac
had no idea why at first.
Somehow, Irene’s text gave him a spark of inspiration–lan’s search must have something to do with
Tommy.
“Tell your people to keep a close eye on lan,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” Stan replied
Meanwhile, Irene walked up to Robin and told her, “You’re bleeding. Let me help you.”
Feeling as if someone had been peeking at her vulnerable moment, Robin promptly wiped the tears on
her face and refused her coolly. “It’s fine.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to spy on you, and I’m not laughing either. I’m a doctor–I’m sure I can help you,”
Irene said evenly, without being particularly sympathetic or eager to please.
She just wanted to help, and started to leave since she was refused. “Well, since you don’t need me,
I’m going.”
Robin felt too awkward to call out to her, and started to limp toward the stairs. Still, she was too
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdistracted and sprained her foot. “Ouch!”
Irene returned to her and helped her to her feet. “Sorry, force of habit.”
Robin pursed her lips. “Thank you–I was being mean, please don’t hold it against me.”
It was natural for her to lose composure, since she was just dumped and her mood was certainly
unpleasant, and Irene understood that.
There was a first aid kit in Robin’s office, and Irene helped her with a simple bandage over the scrape
on her knee.
Seeing that she worked with deft precision and experience, Robin exclaimed, “Wait, you really are a
doctor?”
Irene chuckled. “Of course. Would you like my credentials?”
“If
you are, why would you be delivering Ms. Lang’s list of entrants? It should be her or maybe one of her
fellow instructors-I don’t recall meeting you before either.”
Robin appeared even more curious just then. Why would a doctor show up at a community arts center?
“I’m just helping out,” Irene replied without hesitation. “Ms. Lang is busy, so she had to ask me.” Robin
nodded.
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