Tildaâs hands tightened into fists, but she remained silent.
âSpeak up!â Ivy demanded, her impatience evident as she yanked Tildaâs hair.
Pain shot through Tilda, and she retorted with a sneer, âWhy donât you ask him yourself?â
âYouâre challenging me?â Ivy snapped.
âI dare you to go and ask him!â Tilda faced Ivy squarely.
Ivy paused, sneering back, âTrying to provoke me, Tilda? It seems you donât want to tell Lyndon the truth, do you? Well, I wonât press further.
You two are heading for divorce anyway.
It doesnât matter who the father is.
â
Tildaâs expression darkened.
âWhat do you mean?â
Ivy dragged her to the cliffâs edge.
âSee this abyss, Tilda? A simple push, and youâre gone.
â
Chilled by the wind, Tilda peered into the void, her fear palpable.
âIvy, what do you want from me?â
Ivy scoffed, âFirst, I want Lyndon to use his influence to get my mother released without charges.
Second, you must divorce Lyndon and confess to an affair.
â
These demands revealed the true motive behind Tildaâs abduction.
Tilda pressed her lips together and remained silent.
Noticing her silence, Ivy prodded her forehead and snapped, âIâm talking to you.
Canât you hear?â
Tilda clenched her fists and challenged, âGo ahead, Ivy, push me if you dare.
Do you really dare to kill me?â
Tildaâs eyes were cold and dark, filled with mockery rather than fear.
Ivy was momentarily stunned before realizing Tilda was bluffing.
âTilda, donât think I wonât dare!â Ivy snapped.
âSheldon, Rosalynn, and I are all missing.
Lyndon and the others are looking for us.
If I die, youâll die with me,â Tilda said calmly.
Ivy hesitated, considering Tildaâs words.
She didnât want to die.
She just wanted to achieve her goal.
But Tildaâs calm demeanor infuriated her.
Why wasnât this bitch begging for her life at the cliffâs edge?