Chapter 797: Chapter 797

"You don’t agree with me helping her either?" Henry Sullivan frowned deeply.

"I agree to help her, but you shouldn’t be the one to help, let me do it."

Henry said in a low voice, and Faye Townsend replied, "Henry, you’re also a man. If one day Ivy left you for some reason to find her ex for help behind your back, how would you feel?

I know, you finally got to truly see Isla after so many years, and there’s a bit of guilt in your heart that you want to make up for her all at once.

But have you ever considered how she feels now?

You don’t know why she’s hiding from James Yinley, is it really okay to help her so rashly?

If James loves her so passionately, he would come back looking for her eventually, wouldn’t he?

Do you really want to face the past again?

Are you willing to risk your marriage for this?

Baby White is only seven months old, how can you bear to?

I’ve already discussed it with Hunter, and it’s best for me to step in."

Henry frowned, "But wouldn’t that bring trouble to you and Hunter?"

"James can’t harm Hunter, don’t worry.

Also, I am considered a female friend of Isla’s. She might not trust that I really consider her a friend, which is why she’s hesitant to trouble me. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs N0velFire.ɴet

But I still believe it’s better for me to handle this."

After a moment of silence, Henry nodded, "Alright, Faye, thank you."

"You’re my favorite Henry, wouldn’t it feel too formal for you to thank me?

Haha, alright, Henry, give me Isla’s number.

From now on, don’t get involved or inquire about this matter again."

"Alright," Henry sent the phone number to Faye.

After this, everything was handled by Faye and Isla Linton.

After feeling guilty for a few days, his life finally returned to normal.

The weather gradually turned cooler, and Ivy Miller would take Baby White downstairs for a walk and get some sun every day after breakfast.

There were many children and people in the neighborhood, and she still mingled with the crowd as usual.

Before, whenever she joined, people would call her over to chat.

But for two or three consecutive days, whenever she went downstairs, people would stop their lively conversations upon seeing her.

She was puzzled, constantly feeling like she was the subject of their gossip.

She’s dealt with this kind of situation before, just like when she worked at the office.

Thinking it over, she sent the house spy, Nanny Moon, to investigate.

After taking a stroll and hearing some ’rumors,’ the nanny returned.

Ivy paced anxiously in the room holding Baby White, and when she saw the nanny return, she eagerly asked, "Auntie, Auntie, how did it go?"

The nanny chuckled and waved her hand, "Ivy, you’d better not ask and don’t mingle with that group.

I think those people are just bored and spreading gossip."

"So what exactly are they gossiping about me?"

The nanny remained silent, only giving a smile.

Ivy panicked, "Auntie, even if you don’t tell me now, I can still find out from others later.

I’m now certain that this gossip is related to me.

Come on, tell me, what exactly are they saying about me.

Only by knowing can I avoid this group."

The nanny thought for a while, "I didn’t hear everything, just bits and pieces. Apparently, a few days ago, the commander brought a woman into the office.

They stayed inside for a good half an hour.

Seems like the woman wasn’t from the military since she was in casual clothes."

Ivy’s expression turned cold, a woman? Her mind instinctively went to Isla Linton.

"Ivy, I don’t think you need to overthink.

Look, the commander is self-disciplined.

They probably make a fuss because they’ve never seen him interact with a woman like that."

Ivy smiled and nodded, handing the baby over to the nanny, "Don’t worry, I won’t get angry that easily.

Besides, I know what my commander is like.

I won’t doubt him because of other people’s gossip."

"That’s good, that’s good, then I’ll play with Baby White for a while."

Ivy turned and went into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and feeling increasingly uneasy.

Precisely because the uncle is self-disciplined, that’s why she felt something was wrong.

There’s no reason for the uncle to bring another woman into his office.

The key is that this person is not from the military.

She bit her lip, wondering, if it really is Isla Linton.

Would the uncle choose to tell her, or hide it from her?

She let out a breath, feeling a bit perturbed.

Should she or shouldn’t she ask the uncle about this?

In the afternoon, after Henry Sullivan came back for lunch, the two went into the room for a nap.

He lay in bed, while Ivy sat on the side with her arms crossed, looking troubled.

Seeing her , Henry turned towards her, "What’s wrong, sighing like that."

"I feel a bit uncomfortable, uncle, you go to sleep first."

Henry sat up, "How come you feel uncomfortable, where does it hurt?"

Ivy shook her head without speaking.

He turned her shoulders to face him, "If something’s on your mind, tell me, don’t keep it to yourself."

"Even if I tell you, can you help me solve it?" She chuckled, looking at him.

"How do you know I can’t solve it if you don’t tell me."

Ivy nodded, "That’s true, fair point, I am a bit troubled today because I heard some rumors about you downstairs.

Those idle women said you took a local woman into your office for a half-hour private chat.

I think they surely suspect that during that half-hour you were up to something questionable with that woman.

But I trust your character, you absolutely wouldn’t do anything indecent."

As Ivy spoke, her eyes were locked onto Henry’s, seeing his brow slightly furrowed and remaining silent.

"Uncle, I’m really conflicted about the woman you brought into your office.

I’m prone to overthink, guess who I think that woman is."

Ivy said this with a smile on her face, but it was not a heartfelt one.

Henry couldn’t figure out how such a rumor could have spread.

The darkness in people’s hearts really made him feel disgusted.

Looking at Ivy, her big eyes carried a smile, but it wasn’t a friendly one.

He understood that Ivy was here with an agenda, and if he continued to hide the truth from her, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Raising his hand, he gently stroked her face.

She remained still, watching him quietly, waiting for him to give her an answer.

After a long time, he nodded slightly, "You’re right, I did bring a woman into the office.

Your suspicions are not wrong, that woman was indeed Isla.

Half a month ago, she did come to see me."

Ivy truly felt her heart, lungs, liver, and kidneys were all failing her.