CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: LACHLAN WYATT WANTS HER TO WASH HIS SOCKS!

Yvonne Jennings’ words couldn’t be clearer; what she meant was that Iris Crawford had long ago put a big green hat on Jordan Jacobs!

Jordan Jacobs shook his head, "That’s impossible... Back then, Iris Crawford was fat and ugly. How could any man be interested in her? Let alone that man being Lachlan Wyatt... Lachlan’s mind would have to be malfunctioning to make a move on Iris Crawford."

After all, there was a saying back then.

Among all the women in the high society circle, Iris Crawford was the ugliest.

Iris Crawford was the ugliest.

Jordan Jacobs instinctively denied it, not knowing if he was truly denying any affair between Lachlan and Iris, or if he was just defending his own dignity.

He said, "Honestly, I’m still not entirely sure if she really is Iris Crawford. Only a DNA comparison can tell the truth, but I have nothing from Iris Crawford from the past..."

Iris Crawford left clean, leaving nothing behind for Jordan Jacobs.

Watching Jordan Jacobs defend Iris, Yvonne Jennings felt a chill in her heart. She asked incredulously, "Jacobs, are you trying to absolve that woman?"

Jordan Jacobs responded without thinking, "How could I!"

"That woman is Iris Crawford!" Yvonne grasped Jordan Jacobs’ hand, "She’s here for revenge! Jacobs, how can you be soft-hearted? She showed no mercy when dealing with us!"

Only when Iris Crawford is dead... only when Iris Crawford is dead can all this stop!

Yvonne’s mind was filled with thoughts of how to get rid of Iris. So, whether that person was Iris Crawford was irrelevant, as long as she could shut her up!

Jordan Jacobs’ mind was still in a mess; perhaps the shock of Iris Crawford still being alive was too much for him to process immediately. Seeing her husband so panicked over a woman who was supposedly dead, Yvonne’s hatred for Iris Crawford grew even stronger.

She had climbed to this position, and what wouldn’t she risk? Anyone who tried to take her happiness should be dead!

So, to reassure Jordan Jacobs, Yvonne said, "I’ve found a way to contact the gynecologist who did the ultrasound for Iris Crawford back then; maybe she can give you the answer..."

Jordan Jacobs looked at the phone Yvonne handed over with a voice message on it. When he played it, a woman’s voice said, "Hmm, I remember that patient had a birthmark on her inner thigh, so it’s a deep impression..."

"Did you hear that?"

Yvonne’s face showed a hint of ferocity, "There’s no way to get DNA comparisons anymore; just send someone to see if Iris has a birthmark or not!"

Indeed, if they directly confirmed this woman as Iris Crawford, there were too many inconsistencies. Perhaps it was a smokescreen by Lachlan Wyatt to achieve something...

Jordan Jacobs frowned, "Doesn’t this mean..."

"There are many ways to ruin the reputation of this pretending woman!"

Yvonne looked at Jordan Jacobs, "Do you remember Dane Rivers? I once asked him to help drug her. But it seems the plan fell through. I might as well contact Dane again; he’s young and was embarrassed by Iris, so he’ll definitely want revenge on her."

"But what if all this is still Lachlan’s scheme, and what if that woman isn’t really Iris Crawford..." Jordan Jacobs pondered for a while, "Wouldn’t that mean dragging an innocent person into this..."

Yvonne raised her voice, "Innocent? Jacobs, what are you saying! I’m the most innocent one! So are you; your marriage was ruined, all because of Iris Crawford! If that woman really is Iris Crawford, we must strike first!"

Her husband wouldn’t be swayed by the woman who returned two years later, would he!

That damn vixen.

To achieve her goal, Yvonne had to make herself appear more miserable to move Jordan Jacobs.

Jordan Jacobs felt a shock listening to Yvonne say, "True happiness only lies in your own hands, Jacobs. If Iris Crawford isn’t dead, we’ll live in her shadow forever. She’ll definitely try every way to blackmail us, humiliate us with all sorts of methods, or release news from back then... She must disappear!"

She placed herself in the victim’s position, as if Iris Crawford was the one who took away her happiness.

It seemed like all evil deeds could be disguised under the excuse of "pursuing happiness." And indeed, this reason sounded overwhelming and justified.

Listening to her intense words, Jordan Jacobs was somewhat influenced, remembering how he was mocked in the early days after marrying Iris Crawford, experiences that poked at his backbone.

Yvonne patted Jordan Jacobs’ shoulder, "Leave all of this to me. Tonight, I’ll send someone to check if Iris has the birthmark and then let her quietly disappear! Better to kill by mistake than to let it go!"

After saying this, Yvonne made a call to Dane Rivers. While dialing, her expression gradually became ruthless.

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Because Iris Crawford was indeed traumatized and needed calm rest, Peach arranged for her to stay in the hospital for a few days for IVs, which Iris didn’t mind. Happily, she could avoid going to work.

What she hated most was going to work and meeting Roxanne Young and those colleagues who would ride roughshod over her. Being a corporate slave was annoying! She was suppressed everywhere!

As soon as she heard she could stay at the hospital, Iris Crawford’s face broke into a crooked grin. Holding Peach’s hand, she repeatedly thanked, "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor, how many years do I get to stay?"

"..." It was the first time Peach saw a woman who wrote the words "don’t want to go to work" on her face. Iris technically could discharge anytime, but she gave face and said, "Two or three days will do."

Only two or three days?!

Iris Crawford looked out the window in distress, "Doctor, if I jump out from here, can I stay for a few more days?"

"..." You can rest longer at the graveyard, why not go there.

After some persuasion, Peach gave Iris Crawford a week’s extension, but it still needed the approval from her superior, Lachlan Wyatt, so Iris had to fawningly approach Lord Wyatt for his permission to take a week’s rest.

Lord Wyatt sat in the newly repaired villa, propping his chin with a wicked grin. He said, "Wash my clothes, and I’ll give you a break."

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

Iris Crawford almost jumped, "I just want to rest for a few days, not become a slave!"

Lachlan said, "Then forget it, no approval, let’s see how much is deducted for a week of unexcused absence..."

Money! Money! Money!

Cheating her feelings was one thing, but not her money!

Iris Crawford immediately knelt, "I’ll wash them right away."

That damn dog Lachlan! He even wanted her to wash his underwear and socks! Was this revenge for her disobedience in the hospital?

Iris Crawford hated him so much her teeth itched, staying in the villa to scrub all the clothes by hand, while Lachlan, by watching her wash clothes with an apron on, felt particularly pleased.

He perversely praised, "You in a maid outfit gives me a feeling."

Iris Crawford felt her hair rise; this scumbag was thinking of making a move on her body all day, his intentions were like that of a wolf, so she said, "Take back your disgusting gaze!"

Then Lachlan glanced at the clothes Iris hung up. For the first time, the man was left speechless, "What did you use to wash them?"

Iris laughed, "A steel wool scrubber."

Lachlan’s expensive clothes hung in strips, fluttering in the wind on the clothesline.

Iris Crawford, holding the signed leave slip, sat on the edge of the second-floor balcony, waving her hand with a smile, "Want to step over my head? Dream on, you beast."

She looked incredibly beautiful when she smiled and cursed.

Then she flipped over without fear, despite being on the second floor, and her professional parkour skills allowed her to land lightly and walk away.

Gazing at her leaving back, Lachlan Wyatt slowly squinted his eyes.

Having a pet wolf-dog was great, but when it bared its fangs, it was pretty fierce too...