âMara, dare you swear to me that youâve got nothing to do with this mess?â
Mara let out a scoff and stepped back, âOh, Balfour, youâve gone mad. I get it, sheâs hurt, and itâs tearing you up inside. But youâve got the wrong one to blame. Who snatched Ivy? Go hunt down that culprit! Why the hell are you grilling me?
After all these years, our friendship doesnât mean jack to you, does it? Canât you muster a sliver of trust for me? If I were behind this, why would I waltz right into the lionâs den, visiting Alyssa today?â
Maraâs brain was racing, scrambling for any reason to clear her name.
Balfourâs brow furrowed as he listened, his eyes clouded with doubt, âIs that so? Youâd better not be pulling a fast one on me! You get it, right? I didnât want to drag you into this mess, thatâs why I came to you for the truth.â
Hearing Balfourâs words, Mara breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he was starting to buy her story.
âAlright then. Do you have any idea how much your interrogation just now hurt me?â
âI guess Iâm just a mess of worry. Ivyâs still not out of the ER, and itâs been one damn thing after another. Iâm sorry.â
Mara exhaled, âFine, what else can I do except forgiving you? Weâve been tight for years, and I get where youâre coming from. But howâs Ivy doing now? Is she alright? How did she end up kidnapped again? The kidnappers didnât hurt her, right?â
Balfour shook his head, âThankfully, it was just about money. Ivy took some knocks and was scared to unconsciousness, so she hasnât woken up yet.â
âIs that so?â Mara queried.
She had tasked Clara with snapping incriminating photos of Ivy, then leaking them online to ruin her reputation for good.
But Clara had bungled even this simple task, getting greedy over their cash instead!
Disappointment was plain on Maraâs face.
âWhatâs with that look? You donât seem happy to hear sheâs okay.â
Balfourâs question snapped Mara back to reality, and she plastered on an exaggerated smile, âWhat?
No way!â
She waved her hands, âI mean, Ivy and I arenât exactly BFFs, but sheâs your girl, of course I want her to be alright.â
Balfour watched every flicker of emotion on Maraâs face.
08.13 âBy the way, do you still have that old photo you put in my room? Itâs been ages, and I miss your sister.â
Mara froze, unsure of what Balfour was getting at. Why was he suddenly bringing up her sister?
Even after sheâd planted those photos under Ivyâs pillow, heâd never pressed the issue. Why bring it up now?
âNope, theyâre gone. Donât have any keepsakes of her on me.â
Maraâs gaze fell, her discomfort clear as day.
âReally? If you find one, please give me one. Iâd like to keep it for old timesâ sake.â
Mara shook her head frantically, âI really donât have any left. Probably lost them when I moved abroad.â
âThatâs a shame.â
âYeah.â
After a few more vague questions, Balfour left as abruptly as heâd arrived.