Lyndon eyed the cup suspiciously.
Ivyâs sudden politeness felt off.
Something was definitely wrong with the tea.
He resolved not to drink it.
âThanks.
Just set it down over there,â he replied.
Seeing Lyndonâs cold demeanor, Ivy thought for a moment.
âLyndon, is the tea too hot? Let me cool it for you.
â
She gently blew on the tea, trying to appear sweet and tender.
Lyndon pursed his Lips, his tone icy.
âIâm not thirsty.
â
Ivy persisted, still pretending to be helpful.
âWell, drink it when you feel like it.
â
Lyndon remained silent, his handsome face like stone.
Watching Ivyâs affected behavior, Tilda couldnât help but sneer.
Ivy noticed and asked, âTilda, whatâs so funny?â
âNothing,â Tilda said.
âJust something amusing about your current act.
â
Ivyâs eyes narrowed.
âWhat do you mean by that, Tilda?â
âYour intentions are quite obvious,â Tilda replied calmly.
Ivy feigned ignorance.
âTilda, what are you implying?â
Tilda adjusted her glasses.
âYou know exactly what I mean.
â
Ivy wanted to fight Tilda, but she recalled that Renata had told her to control her temper.
âTilda, what are you saying? Iâm clueless.
â
Tilda responded calmly, âDo you really not know?â
âIâ¦â Ivy started, but Renata quickly interjected, worried Ivy might lose her temper.
âTilda, youâve misunderstood Ivy.
Weâre family.
Iâve been urging her to get along with you these past few days.
Sheâs genuinely trying to make amends.
â
Tildaâs eyes flashed with mockery.
âIs that so? Have you really reflected on yourself, Ivy?â
âYes,â Ivy said with a forced smile.
âWhy else would I bring you tea?â
Tilda leaned forward slightly.
âIf you truly want to get along, then explain why you had someone follow me and deliberately crash into my car?â