Ivy sneered, âI only asked someone to kidnap you.
Donât blame me for everything else.
â
As she spoke, Ivyâs thoughts wandered, and her eyes narrowed.
She had seen others in Jamirâs car earlier.
Could it be that Jamir had not only taken Tilda but also Rosalynn and Sheldon?
What were his intentions?
Blackmail?
After a moment, Ivy remarked spitefully, âBut Iâm glad they were taken too.
Rosalynn has always been a bitch.
As for Sheldon, it would be better if he were gone!â
Regardless of Jamirâs intentions, Ivy found pleasure in their misfortune.
Tilda clenched her fists, her lips pressed tightly together in silence.
If it wasnât Ivy, then who else could be behind Rosalynnâs and Sheldonâs disappearance?
Perhaps she was overthinking it- maybe they hadnât been taken by anyone at all.
Despite everything, a flicker of hope remained in Tildaâs heart; she clung to the possibility that Rosalynn and Sheldon were safe.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her scalp.
Ivy yanked Tildaâs hair, forcing her to meet her gaze.
âTilda, tell me the truth.
Is Sheldon Lyndonâs child or not?â Ivy demanded, desperate for confirmation.
Facing Ivyâs contorted expression, Tilda scoffed.
âI made it clear last time.
If youâre not deaf, you should have heard it clearly.
â
Her implication was unmistakable: Sheldon was indeed Lyndonâs biological child.
Ivy was unable to come to terms with this revelation.
She struggled to accept that she had orchestrated Tilda and Lyndonâs union.
Her face twisted in anger, and she slapped Tilda once more.
âNo way! If thatâs the case, why doesnât Lyndon know about it? Why?â
Tildaâs lip was bleeding, and the faint taste of blood filled her mouth.
She licked her lips silently, swallowing the blood.
Ivy scrutinized Tilda and speculated, âDid he think it was another woman?â