Memories of Keanu Wrightâs smiling face flashed through her mind, imprinted since her youth.
âLyndon, did you know about her first love? They were inseparable back then.
â
Observing Tildaâs changed expression, Ivy realized she had struck a nerve and shifted her attention to Lyndon.
Lyndon briefly glanced at Tilda, choosing not to respond to Ivyâs question.
Unfazed, Ivy pressed on, her words slicing through the tension, âTilda, why the silence? Seems like I hit the nail on the head.
You paid Keanu a visit four years back, didnât you? Did you end up having sex with him because you still have feelings for him? But now it seems heâs not keen on marrying you, so youâre left to raise the kid on your own.
Is that whatâs going on?â
Tildaâs chest rose and fell with emotion as Ivyâs words lingered in the air.
After a moment, Tilda composed herself and asked, âWhat brings you to the hospital?â
Ivy was taken aback by the sudden change in topic.
She responded casually, âJust here for a leg check-up.
Why do you ask?â
Tilda shot Ivy a piercing look, her words slicing the air like a sharp knife.
âYou know, maybe you should swing by the psychiatric department too, as it seems you are spouting nonsense due to mental distress.
â
Ivy was at a loss for words.
How dare Tilda suggest that she might have had a mental illness!
âTilda!â Ivy exclaimed, her voice tinged with shock.
âLetâs get out of here,â Tilda said to Lyndon, brushing past Ivy and completely ignoring her.
Lyndon shot Ivy a cold glance before leaving with Sheldon in his arms.
Ivyâs fury boiled over, her face contorting with anger.
She hissed, âTilda, you bitch!â
âCalm down, Ivy.
â Renata, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up.
âTilda has married Lyndon.
Whatâs the point of arguing about it? Instead, why not nudge your dad into marrying me? Youâll snag a spot in the Larson family, paving the way for your own future.
â
With Tildaâs mother now gone, Renata saw no barrier to her rise as the lady of the house.
It was vital for her to push Wilton into marrying her, pronto.
That was the only way she could solidify her status among the high class.
âI canât take it anymore!â Ivy burst out, her frustration boiling over.
âHow could that bitch, of all people, marry a great guy Like Lyndon? Iâve gotta find a way to split them up!â
Renata, ever the voice of reason, suggested, âLetâs go to the doctor first.
â
After a brief persuasion, Renata steered Ivy towards the doctorâs office.
Meanwhile, Lyndon approached his car, cradling Sheldon in his arms.