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Chapter 579
Debbie leveled Sheryl a look of disdain. "You're the one who has no right here. Did you think I came to mess around?
Issac sent me to chase you out of this house!"
’Don't give me that crap!’ Sheryl naturally would not believe Debbie." Tommy is sick. He's not going to make US leave at
a time like this..."
"I'm marrying Isaac, so you are all leaving-get it?"
Debbie planted herself on the couch like she owned the place. "You have one hour, or I'll have all your belongings thrown
out.
Sheryl almost fainted right then-her feet turned to jelly and she stumbled backward, and Mrs. Watson had to catch her.
Then, turning to glare at Debbie for a second, Mrs. Watson then charged at her and started clawing her face!
’You witch! You brought US that diseased cure to make Tommy sick! And now you've come here to brag?! Mr. Jefferson
would never love that black heart of yours-wake up already!"
Debbie was caught off guard and she felt the flaring sting on her face before she realized what was happening.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPushing Mrs. Watson off, she snapped, "I'll kill you!"
How dare she lay a finger on her face!
Mrs. Watson was knocked to the floor, but she did not give up-scrambling to her feet, she charged toward Debbie
again, but that was when Irene entered.
She stared at Mrs. Watson and Sheryl for a moment before saying, "Pack our belongings. We're leaving."
Both women froze, unable to believe what they were hearing.
"What was that, Irene?" Sheryl asked in disbelief.
Mrs. Watson certainly did not think Irene should back down either. Ma'am -you're Mr. Jefferson's wife and the
mother of his son. Debbie is the one who should be leaving. What was it she said? That Mr. Jefferson is going to
marry her?! What a joke! She must have never looked in the mirror to see that hideous face of hers!"
’I'll have Isaac fire you, believe it!" Debbie glared at her, even as she flushed from being ridiculed by a mere
housekeeper!
Ì doubt it-l've served Mr. Jefferson longer than you ever could. What, did you think that you're some ravishing
goddess who could bewitch men? I'm sorry, but you really should stop overestimating yourself, you shameless slut!"
Debbie actually could not muster a retort, and her face turned dark.
Her knuckles clenching at her side, she then spotted a cup on the table and picked it up. Before she could throw it
at Mrs. Watson, however, Irene hurried to her and took it off her hands, saying, "We're leaving right now. There's no
need to get violent with an elderly woman."
Debbie's eyes were bulging. "Didn't you hear what she said?"
"She's been staying here for so long, and you're chasing off at the drop of a hat," Irene pointed out. ’Don't you think
it's reasonable that she had a little complaint?"
Debbie laughed smugly at that. "They don't believe Isaac would marry me. Why don't you tell them, Irene?"
Both Sheryl and Mrs. Watson turned toward Irene at the same time.
Irene knew what Debbie wanted to hear and she decided to play along, telling them, "Isaac is breaking up with me,
and he's going to marry Debbie. Let's pack our things..."
is he blind?!" Mrs. Watson cried in frustration, not particularly caring about her words.
Debbie was incensed that she kept questioning her looks.
Even if she did not hold a candle to Irene's beauty before, Irene had since been disfigured!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What would you know?! No matter how ugly you think I am, I’m a lot less
uglier than that!" Debbie snapped while pointing at Irene. "Also, men aren’t all about looks-they want women who can
hold their own. Isaac needs a woman who can stand with him not as an equal, not a plague like her who keeps causing
him trouble. As for me, I'm both his hands at the workplace and someone who could take care of his personal needs too.
Does she even hold a candle to me? Hmm?!"
While Mrs. Watson was glaring furiously, Sheryl had calmed down to think arguing with Debbie now was pointless,
because she would never strut like this without Isaac's approval.
"Stop, Mrs. Watson. We're leaving."
With that, she left to pack up.
Since Irene and Sheryl were not fighting, Mrs. Watson did not have the confidence to keep it up, and she left grumpily to
pack up as well.
"Wait."
Debbie stopped Irene before she could leave. "Do you know how much I hate you, Irene?"
Irene paused, turning slowly and leveling her a cool glare. ’I've hated you ever since you married Isaac. Remember that
accident he had?’
Irene's memory failed her just then, so Debbie reminded her, "I sicked our men on you instead of Ricky Spencer, even
though he was the driver who caused the accident."
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