Chapter 545

Isaac leaned in and gathered Irene tightly in his arms. "Let's go home when you're better, Irene. Tommy is waiting." Irene was taken aback even as an ominous feeling seized her. "Why are you being evasive?" she rasped. "I…" Isaac simply could not bring himself to tell her that their child was lost, and he was perfectly aware that she would feel even more miserable than he did. After all, it grew inside her body… "L-Look, I know things looked bad, but I'm already eight months in. The child could have survived even if it came prematurely!" Her voice was choking with tears even as she tried to keep it together. "You can't tell me that we lost our child… I won't believe you!" "I don't believe it either…" Isaac whispered even as he brushed his cheek against hers. There was wetness over their skin, but there was no telling whose tears it was. Nonetheless, Isaac had said enough—their child was gone, and Irene's body trembled with agitation while her face turned pale. "You said