Chapter 645

Before Irene could answer, Isaac promptly said, "No. She's busy—he can talk to me if he wants." "Master Jefferson says he wants to meet her regardless," Moneypenny insisted. Isaac had more to say, but Irene stopped him. "I'll go." She wondered what the old man had to say, too. Isaac regarded her in silence for heartbeats and nodded. "Go." Irene hence followed Moneypenny into Henry's ward, where the old man was leaning against the headboard, looking withered and weary. His eyes were lifeless and yellow, and undoubtedly sickly. "You're here. It's been a while. How have you been?" he asked amicably. "Good." Irene replied politely. "I'm sure you're smart enough to tell why I asked for you, right?" Henry quickly cut to the chase. Irene, however, decided to play dumb. "Forgive my ignorance, but I don't." Henry held her gaze for a while. "It seems that after spending so much time with him, Isaac's glib nature has rubbed off on you. You used to be tamer." Sighing, he said. "I wa