âNow that youâve moved out and aired the family drama online. You know how mad your dad is going to be when he sees it! Youâre trying to get me killed!â Tessa continued.
Ivyâs brow furrowed in frustration. What was this about airing family drama online?
The current online scandal about her and Mara, anyway.
She gestured to Balfour to pass her the phone from the table.
âWas me moving out solely my fault then? Did it have nothing to do with you guys? You canât just offload your anger onto me because youâre scared of how Dad will react. Iâm not your punching bag.â
This realization had taken Ivy a long time to reach.
Back home, her mother bore the brunt of the tension between her father and Clara. With no outlet of her own, she redirected all her frustrations onto Ivy, the one person she could control.
As the designated family scapegoat, she carried everything on her back, and she had had enough of being the peacekeeper. So when she finally left the Dunhill household, it felt like a breath of freedom sheâd never known before.
Balfour unlocked the phone, only to be bombarded with a mess of entertainment news. But he was surprised that most of them were about Ivy.
And when he focused on the news, he discovered Ivyâs sister Claraâs name on it.
He held the phone up to Ivy.
A quick glance was all it took for Ivy to become livid. Ignoring the pain in her ankle, she bounced up, âWhat is it with you Dunhills? Claraâs stirring up trouble online again and sheâs the one dragging this into the spotlight! Is she not satisfied with the big mess Iâm handling? You canât keep your darling daughter in check, so you come after me?!â
Tessa raised her voice as well, âArenât all those antics yours? Claraâs lost her job because of you. She has to clear her name if she ever wants to work in this town again, right?â
Hearing her motherâs words, Ivy felt both heartbroken and furious.
âIs that what you think of me? You believe Iâm capable of those rumors online? Ha, youâve never believed in me for a second, have you?
Youâd take Claraâs word over mine, and sheâs not even your blood! Then please, do me a favor and never call me again!â
Ivyâs voice broke with the force of her shout, and the ensuing silence on the line was deafening.
She collapsed back into the couch. She covered her head, unsure how to deal with it all.
Meanwhile, Balfour tenderly lifted her foot onto his lap, carefully examining it. Feeling his gentle touch, Ivy slowly came back to reality.
âForget it, Iâve gotten used to it over the years. Iâm more like a stray you picked up than a daughter. I saw the truth the day I-moved out. You and the Dunhills⦠donât bother calling me again.â
After hanging up, Ivy quickly covered her eyes, her lips couldnât help but quiver and tears were streaming down her face.
Balfour wrapped his arms around her, his heart aching. From Ivyâs outburst, he could roughly assume what happened.
If it werenât for a family that held her back and refused to trust her, Balfour would never have needed to sign that contract with Ivy back then.