Chapter 340

Irene pretended not to hear Henry calling her name, but Stephen turned around and gave her a look, asking, "Is someone calling you?" "Is that so?" She turned reluctantly toward Henry, who seemed to have aged a century in a day and appeared far from spirited. "Go on. You have ten minutes—we're scrubbing up later," Stephen told her. Irene had no choice but to nod then. "I'll be right back." She walked toward Henry, but did not even greet him. He spoke before she could. "Take me to Isaac." He was very direct. Irene frowned. If he wanted to see Isaac, why was he asking her to take him? "As you can see, I'm working right now," Irene said evenly. Henry's fingers clenched over his cane, even as he hid his anger behind his turbid gaze—because he had to. "Do you think I'd ask you if I could see him whenever I wanted?" Irene understood right then. Isaac was refusing to see Henry, and in that case, why would she lead him to Isaac? "I don't know where he is," she said. Henry narro