Chapter 160

Mrs. Watson then noticed the tiny child in Irene's arms, and hurried toward her, asking, "Where's this baby from?"

Before Irene could answer, she asked, "Is he yours, Ms. Adams?"

Lulu glanced at Irene and smiled tenderly. "I wish—I'm not that lucky."

That naturally puzzled Mrs. Watson. "Then, whose is he?"

"Mine," Irene replied.

Mrs. Watson gaped. "Mrs. Jefferson… W-What did you just say?"

Suddenly coming up with an idea, she asked, "Could he be Mr. Jefferson's?"

Irene shook her head. "No."

"What?!" Mrs. Watson became flustered. "If he isn't… then who's the father? Did you have a child with another man?"

"Yes," Irene replied, having no intention of denying it.

"Irene." A deep, slightly angry growl could be heard behind her just then.

Irene turned to find Henry leaning against his crutch at the doorway. He was glowering, and must have overheard her conversation with Mrs. Watson.

"Come with me," he growled, and headed to Isaac's study.

Moneypenny was with him, and he level