"No, we only have the sa starting point, and we all want to force Joseph to leave Runestone Group, but our goals are totally different. I only want him to admit that I am stronger than him. How about you?" Is your goal the sa as mine?" asked Leo, who stared at Fredrick.
"What are you trying to say?" Leo leaned forward, his expression impassive. "You seek revenge on both Joseph and Roy because they took two won you cared about away from you," he stated flatly.
Fredrick's face hardened like a stone as he listened to Leo's words.
"You hold a grudge against Roy because he married your fiancée. However, you harbor a deeper hatred for Joseph because Irish, the woman you loved for many years and secretly considered your own girlfriend, ended up with him. Despite being a psychologist, you are also concerned about maintaining appearances and enjoying the attention of having two won by your side. Even though you have a girlfriend, you cannot relinquish your feelings for Irish. The fact that she ended up marrying Joseph ca as a devastating blow to you. So, compared to Roy, your resentnt towards Joseph is even greater," Leo stated, his smile taking on an eerie quality.
Fredrick gnashed his teeth and said word by word, "Leo, don't be wise in your own conceit."
"I didn't," Leo replied casually, seemingly unfazed.
"You know nothing about !" Fredrick retorted, his irritation palpable.
"What is it that you want to know?" Leo inquired in response.
"Irish should be with . Only by staying with can she be safe," Fredrick continued, emphasizing his conviction.
"Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I am clear what I am talking about, but you are all self-righteous," said Fredrick, who gnashed his teeth in anger. A small pause later, he then added, "Do you know why I disclosed Irish's psychological report and forced her to leave this field? Do you think I want to cope with Joseph? You are wrong. I am protecting her. But I also hope Irish can deceive herself and live a peaceful life."
"What do you an?" Leo was shocked.
"Irish did get so ntal problems," replied Fredrick, word by word, while looking into his eyes.
Leo still felt confused by his words.
Fredrick pointed to his head and proceeded to explain, "There is a secret locked away in Irish's mind. While I am not entirely certain about the specifics, I have observed that it deeply disturbs her whenever I attempt to hypnotize her. Clearly, she cannot recall this secret due to so self-protective chanism of her brain. Initially, I believed that Adam's death had caused her imnse pain, but upon realizing that she rembers their past together, I ca to understand that there must be another secret buried in her mind."
Leo's eyebrows furrowed as he processed the information shared by Fredrick. It seed that there was more to Irish's situation than he had previously known.
"I don't want anything or anyone to bother her. In other words, I hope she does not rember the secret because only in this way she could be happy." Fredrick snorted and showed a sneer and then continued, "Do you think Joseph is really her, Mr. Right? Irish should be with a man without any ambitions and live a peaceful life."
Leo was absorbed in his thought.
A small pause later, Fredrick said again, "I am jealous of Joseph because I really love Irish."
Leo maintained his silence, observing Fredrick closely as he spoke.
"n are inherently selfish. Regarding Cassie, she is my girlfriend, so naturally, I would be angered by Roy's actions. However, when it cos to Irish, my intention is solely to protect her. I believe that Joseph is incapable of ensuring her safety," Fredrick asserted.
Leo couldn't help but sneer at Fredrick's words and responded, "Fredrick, don't assu that you are the only one who wants to protect Irish in this world."
Fredrick remained indifferent, unaffected by Leo's retort.
****
Joseph was about to go out when Irish went back ho. She was shocked and asked him where he was going. Joseph heaved a sigh of relief, put down his portfolio, and embraced her.
"Why did you go there today?" asked Joseph in a soft voice.
"Are you going to find ?" Joseph neither admitted nor denied it but told her not to go there anymore.
"Why?" Irish was confused.
Joseph started for a while and kissed her forehead gently. "I don't want you to grieve."
"I just think maybe I can get so clues there," replied Irish.
"Irish, don't get involved in this matter," Joseph interrupted her and uttered seriously.
Irish paused and refrained from informing him about her discovery of a suspicious photo.
"Okay. I get it." She leaned against his chest and put her arms around his waist.
Joseph suddenly beca aware that he had spoken too harshly to her. He let out a sigh and calmly reassured her, saying, "I'm not blaming you, and I genuinely don't want you to feel upset any longer."
Irish looked up and squeezed her lips into a smile. "You an that you could handle this, right?"
Joseph showed a faint smile and raised his hands to touch her forehead. "You have to trust ."
Irish nodded quietly while Joseph reached out and embraced her.
Nevertheless, Irish's brow furrowed tightly over ti as she developed a strong sense that there was a hidden secret within the ancestral house of the Lake family.
****
Irish went to et Jay the next day when Joseph went to the police station.
Jay was waiting for Irish in a mall.
There were only a handful of individuals present as they t during regular working hours.
The weather was pleasant, prompting them to take a seat outside a coffee house. Lilith accompanied Jay going out but chose not to participate and instead spent her ti casually strolling through the shopping mall. Lilith remained quiet and patient, much like a small child, waiting for their return not too far away.
Indeed, Jay also didn't want her to join their conversation because it was related to her parents.
Irish asked for a cup of Mocha, but she forgot to add so sugar.
Taking out the photo, Irish handed it to Jay, who was absorbed in his thought as he took a glance at the photo.
"William and Kelly often use this study room while the housekeeper would clear this room in ti, so I think this photo must be related to them," analyzed Irish with a frown. She thought for a while and then added, "I also learned that it was William who cooked for my father before his death. William bought so books about plants and food during that period, so I think..." She stopped in the middle sentence.
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