âNo!â
Impossible!
If Lyndon was the father, why didnât he know?
Tilda must be making up stories!
âTilda, youâre lying! Youâre lying to me!â
Tilda smirked.
âWhatâs the matter with you? Why wonât you believe the truth?â
Fed up with Ivy, Tilda stood, turned away, and prepared to leave.
Then she noticed Lyndon standing beside her.
Glancing at him, Tilda was taken aback.
âWhy werenât you in your car?â
When was he next to her?
What did he hear?
âCan we go now?â Lyndon asked.
Concerned that she might be mistreated by Ivy, he had rushed over.
âYes,â Tilda replied calmly.
âAlright.
â
With that, Lyndon turned and walked away briskly.
Tilda pursed her lips and trailed after him.
âTilda, you liar! I wonât believe you! You canât deceive me!â
A hysterical scream from behind tinged with desperation.
Tilda sneered.
This incident would haunt Ivy indefinitely.
She would forever be plagued by doubt and regret!
She had to face the consequences of her actions!