Chapter 591

Seeing that Irene had finally calmed down, Jonathan had the housekeeper clean up the shattered plates from the floor. Jonathan poured Irene a glass of water and, gently pressing her shoulder, guided her into a seat, offering it to help her cool off.

Irene shot Jonathan a glare. “The more I think about it, the more miserable I feel. And you don’t even care about your own mother.”

“How else should I care for you? Should I just stay home and join in bad-mouthing Liora? Quit my job? Stop earning money? Didn’t I already give you the credit card and hire several caretakers to keep you company? If you need anything else, just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

Irene fell silent once more. Finally, she muttered, “I don’t need so many caretakers hovering around all day. They’re getting on my nerves. Two are plenty.”

“Alright, anything else?”

Irene snapped, “Tell Liora to change her son’s name. How dare she call him Sanford?”

Jonathan said, “Liora has lung cancer. It’s metastasized in the last two days.”

Irene froze. Her fury instantly gave way to shock.

Jonathan asked Irene, “Is there anything else you want to tell me now?”

Irene was still frozen in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide with disbelief.

Irene seemed unable to believe that Liora had so little time left. It took her a while to collect herself, but she was much calmer. Just like before, she said firmly, “I have nothing more to say about what happened between me and Liora.”

“Fine,” Jonathan frowned, his gaze fixed intently on Irene. Jonathan let out a sigh, and his patience finally ran out. Then he said, “Since you’re sticking to your story and won’t tell me anything, I’m done meddling in your generation’s mess.”

Irene’s mind was still reeling from those words. Liora had advanced-stage cancer, and it had metastasized.

As Jonathan turned to leave, Irene blurted out, her voice trembling with disbelief, “Wait, is that true? Does Liora really have advanced-stage lung cancer?”

Jonathan looked at Irene and said flatly, “I have no reason to lie about this.”

“Wait, how did you find out about this?” Irene blurted out, her voice edged with shock.

Jonathan replied calmly, “Werner told me.”

Irene frowned. “Your uncle? He went to school with Liora, didn’t he? Why would he tell you about this?”

“He asked me for money, hoping I’d find some specialists to treat Liora. I refused.” Jonathan told Irene, “I’m not about to become a bleeding heart and help a woman who destroyed my family and has no real connection to me.”

Irene’s voice boomed with conviction. “You did right to refuse. Even if she dies, it’s no more than she deserves, and death's..."

“And your uncle must be out of his mind, asking you for money? He should keep his nose out of other people’s business.”

Jonathan arched an eyebrow mockingly. “Didn’t you just say you didn’t want to live? Planning to beat her to the grave?”

Irene snorted. “That was just talk. I’d never actually throw my life away.”

“Since everything’s settled, I’ll get going. I’ve got a lot of work waiting for me at the office.”

Irene quickly straightened Jonathan’s collar and gave his suit jacket an affectionate pat. “Take care of yourself and get some rest,” she said gently.

Once Jonathan had left, Irene’s spirits suddenly sagged once more.

Irene wasn’t sure. ‘Would a dying person reveal all their secrets before passing away?’ she wondered. ‘Then what about my own secret?’

Werner had been pacing anxiously back and forth at home for the past two days. He called the doctors at Shaville Hospital and learned the devastating news: Liora’s cancer had metastasized, making surgery pointless, and she didn’t have much time left.

But if he went to Shaville, Cathy would definitely give him hell. She might even suspect he’s sneaking off to see another woman again.

Just as Werner was at a loss for a good excuse to go to Shaville, an unexpected opportunity arose.