Chapter 130

Cindy stood there holding a baby wrapped in red clothes, giving Henry a quizzical look before glancing over at me. I quickly walked over to her, pretending I just wanted to see the baby, trying to get away from Henry’s intense stare. The baby was tiny, his features not fully formed yet—hard to honestly call him cute—but those clear, innocent eyes really did make him look like a little angel. Just looking at the baby made my eyes sting a little as my mind drifted back to my own child. Cindy must’ve noticed my soft spot. Without waiting for my response, she handed me the baby. “I’ve been holding him all day. My arms are about to fall off. Mind watching him for a bit?” Before I could say anything, she’d let go. I had to react fast to catch the baby properly. The kid looked surprisingly healthy for a preemie, probably around seven or eight pounds. He was born early because Cindy had fallen, probably due to some external shock. But Evan Smith’s early birth—it was drug-induced. That messed h