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Chapter 435
Stan became excited. "What is it?' "Who's the reason Irene's dead?" James asked.
Stan suddenly stared at James as if he was stupid. "Ian Jefferson, of course!"
"And what if Ian Jefferson suddenly escaped-"
"There's no way he can-l'd never allow him to," Stan cut James short right then, growling viciously, 'Til break his legs
if he does."
James did not stop him from finishing, and instead waited until Stan calmed down before explaining, "I know. He
isn't getting away, but we can let him go..."
"Let him go?" Stan exclaimed, unable to catch on to what James was planning just then. "It's already merciful
enough that we're not cutting him into pieces. Did you suddenly have a brain fart or something?"
James rolled his eyes at Stan. "Could you pipe down and hear me out first instead of interrupting every single
time?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStan finally did so. "Fine. What were you trying to get at?" he asked.
"Since Mr. Jefferson is still grieving Irene, what do you think would happen if we suddenly told him that the one who
killed her has escaped? Don't you think he'd quickly pull himself together to seek vengeance for the one he lost?"
Stan pondered over the idea James proposed.
Nothing seemed to be working at the moment, since even Tommy could not lure Isaac out of the operating room.
In that case, they might have to use Isaac's hatred to spur him on instead.
If anything, it was worth a try.
' Alright, I'll send Tommy home right now and release Ian..."
"Wait," James called out, stopping Stan as the latter left. "Don't do it so quickly-we need to prepare, and it won't do
if we somehow lose Ian Jefferson. He's still out right now, isn't he?"
"Probably," Stan replied. "The dart we used would keep anyone out for over ten hours."
"Dose him further to keep him unconscious and implant him with a tracker. That way, we'll know where he is no
matter where he goes."
Stan stared at James for a moment before saying, "Good plan. Leave this to me."
"Remember-the implant must be placed somewhere hidden so that he doesn't notice," James added.
"Okay, don't worry. I'll get it done right now," Stan replied.
Tommy had exhausted himself from crying and could now only sniffle in Stan's arms.
As Stan did not know how to take care of children either, he had to bring Tommy home and leave the baby in Sheryl
and Mrs. Watson's care.
On the other hand, James stood outside the operating room, leaning against the wall as he waited.
Time seemed grilling to him...
"James."
Isaac suddenly spoke from inside, and James did a double take, thinking that he had misheard.
James opened the doors gingerly, but stayed at the doorway.
"Mr. Jefferson...?”
"Find a place where I can keep her-the surroundings must be ideal. Build it if there isn't such a place."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJames did another double take. What was that supposed to mean?
Was Isaac saying that they would preserve Irene's body?
Would it not be better to bury her?
"I'm sorry, M-Mr. Jefferson," James stammered as he tried to put together the right words. "I think it would be better
to bury her..."
Isaac leveled a cool look at James.
His expression was not severe, and it seemed like he calmed down.
However, his lack of emotion, and the absence of warmth in his eyes was actually intimidating just to look at.
"Are you questioning me?" Isaac asked evenly.
"No, sir," James quickly replied. "I'll get it done right away."
With that, James turned and hurried off, as if he would get eaten if he lingered a second longer.
When Isaac was being calm, the pressure he seemed to project was much more suffocating than when he was
angry.
Meanwhile, Stephen was in another room within Melville Hospital, staring at the patient in bed as he asked, "Have
you made up your mind?"