Chapter 318

Irene was startled by his sudden move, and she shoved at his foot in the next instant. "What are you doing?! Get off me—I'd get the ointment all over you." Isaac reached out and took the swab out of her hands, throwing it on the table before pinning her down under himself. Irene turned, not to struggle but to find a comfortable position. Clang! A loud noise suddenly echoed from the living room. "What was that?!" Irene tensed up immediately, while Isaac frowned—seemingly unhappy with the sudden noise. Irene was still looking at him. "Is there someone in the living room?" Isaac breathed a feeble sigh just then. "Is that Zachary?" It was a question, but she basically knew the answer. "He's drunk," Isaac explained. He could not leave him outside by himself, so he brought him home. That was when they heard a grating voice as if a table was pushed along the floor, and then something dropped and shattered loudly, followed by a scream. Irene quickly tightened up her loose dress a