Chapter 579


    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!’ Shery! 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 nted herself on the couch like she owned the ce. "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 re at Debbie for a second, Mrs. Watson then charged at her and started wing her


    face!


    You witch! You brought US that diseased cure to make Tommy sick! And now you''vee here to


    brag?! Mr. Jefferson would never love that ck heart of yours-wake up already!"


    Debbie was caught off guard and she felt the ring sting on her face before she realized what was


    happening.


    Pushing Mrs. Watson off, she snapped, "I''ll kill you!"


    How dare shey 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 red at her, even as she flushed 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 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 littleint?"


    Debbieughed 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 y 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 particrly 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!


    "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


    gue like her who keeps causing him trouble. As for me, I''m both his hands at the workce and


    someone who could take care of his personal needs too. Does she even hold a candle to me? Hmm?!"


    While Mrs. Watson was ring 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."


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    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 re. ‘I''ve hated you ever since you married Isaac.


    Remember that ident 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 ident.”