Chapter 2327: Chapter 2327

“Who’s gonna look after you if you hurt your foot on set?” asked Alyssa, her face etched with worry.

Ivy was ready with an answer. “My foot injury isn’t that bad, just can’t put too much weight on my left ankle. Plus, there are Thalia and Margot on set. They’re real sweethearts; they’ll take care of me,” she said, her tone casual and without a hint of wanting to argue. She had made up her mind to leave today.

“But don’t you want to stay at home anymore? Don’t you want to keep me company?” Alyssa pressed, her voice laced with concern. Your foot hasn’t fully recovered, and it’s just that I can’t help but worry about you heading back to the set!”

Ivy gave Alyssa a reassuring pat on the hand, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. “Grandma, it’s not about that. How could I ever tire of spending time with you? I just figured the dorms at the studio are close by, and living with the other actors could be good for mutual support. It’d also be convenient for running lines after hours. Home is great, but it’s just so far away. Even with a driver, it eats into too much of my time. Staying at the dorms means no more trouble for the driver, too.”

Alyssa knew deep down that Ivy’s decision to leave probably had a lot to do with Mara. If Ivy was set on going, there was nothing she could do about it.

But Balfour, he was the stubborn one, absolutely refusing to let her go.

Ivy didn’t take his protests seriously; she didn’t need his approval for her own matters. Mara, on the other hand, was oddly insistent on persuading her to stay.

“Ivy, your ankle’s still not healed. Moving back to the set could be inconvenient. Those actors might be close friends, but that’s not the same as family, right? Why not stay home, heal up, and then move to the dorms if you really want to? It won’t be too late,” Mara advised seriously, catching Ivy off guard.

Still, Ivy just smiled and stuck to her decision.

“You hear what Mara’s saying? You really have to be this stubborn with an injury?” Balfour’s tone was rigid, killing Ivy’s appetite at the dinner table.

Even Dean chimed in, “Let’s talk nice, we’re all eating here. What’s this attitude?”

Balfour glared at Ivy, but seeing her unresponsive, he eventually stood up and went straight upstairs.

Mara flashed a smile at Alysca and Dean and hobbled toward the stairs. But at the corner, she saw Balfour waiting, his face somber. Despite his upset look, he tenderly scooped Ivy into his arms and carried her upstairs.

After gently placing Ivy on the bed, Balfour crouched before her, looking deep into her eyes. “You need me to carry you just to get upstairs. Who’s going to take care of you in the dorm?” he asked, his voice soft with emotion.

Ivy’s heart ached at his caring demeanor, and she looked away. “You think I can’t manage without you?

That I can’t get myself a pair of crutches? Don’t be so full of yourself; I’ll be fine on my own. Plus, I have friends of my own,” she said, her voice a mix of defiance and sadness.

Balfour’s hand gently touched hers, and she jerked it back as if it was electric.

Balfour didn’t mind and said, “I’ve never doubted you couldn’t live well without me; it’s just that I worry about you. I worry you’ll struggle alone in the dorm. Even if you have friends, will they always be there?

If you fall in the middle of the night, who’s going to pick you up?”