The Runaway Groom
Chapter 579

Chapter 579

Debbie leveled Sheryl a look of disdain. "You're the one who has noright here. Did you think I came to mess around? Issac sent me tochase 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. "Youhave one hour, or I'll have all your belongings thrown out.

Sheryl almost fainted right then-her feet turned to jelly and shestumbled backward, and Mrs. Watson had to catch her.

Then, turning to glare at Debbie for a second, Mrs. Watson thencharged 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 lovethat black heart of yours-wake up already!"

Debbie was caught off guard and she felt the flaring sting on her facebefore she realized what was happening.

Pushing Mrs. Watson off, she snapped, "I'l 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 waswhen 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 isthe one who should be leaving. What was it she said? That Mr.Jefferson is going to marry her?! What a joke! She must have neverlooked in the mirror to see that hideous face of hers!"

"I'l have Isaac fire you, believe it!" Debbie glared at her, even as sheflushed from being ridiculed by a mere housekeeper!

I doubt it-I've served Mr. Jefferson longer than you ever could. What,did you think that you're some ravishing goddess who could bewitchmen? I'm sorry, but you really should stop overestimating yourself, youshameless 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 tableand 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 leavingright 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 dropof a hat," Irene pointed out. “Don't you think it's reasonable that she hada little complaint?"

Debbie laughed smugly at that. “They don't believe Isaac would marryme. 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 marryDebbie. Let's pack our things..."

is he blind?!" Mrs. Watson cried in frustration, not particularly caringabout 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 hadsince been disfigured!

"What would you know?! No matter how ugly you think I am, I'm a lotless

uglier than that!" Debbie snapped while pointing at Irene. "Also, menaren't all about looks-they want women who can hold their own. Isaacneeds a woman who can stand with him not as an equal, not a plaguelike her who keeps causing him trouble. As for me, I'm both his handsat the workplace and someone who could take care of his personalneeds too. Does she even hold a candle to me? Hmm?!"

While Mrs. Watson was glaring furiously, Sheryl had calmed down tothinkarguing with Debbie now was pointless, because she would neverstrut like this without Isaac's approval.

"Stop, Mrs. Watson. We'e leaving."

With that, she left to pack up.

since Irene and Sheryl were not fighting, Mrs. Watson did not have the confidence to keep itup, 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. "Ive hated you ever since youmarried Isaac. Remember that accident he had?"

Irene’s memory failed her just then, so Debbie reminded her, "I sicked our men on youinstead of Ricky Spencer, even though he was the driver who caused the accident.”