The more Ivy thought about it, the angrier she became.
She slapped Tilda again.
âBitch, donât think I canât hurt you! How dare you threaten me with Lyndon? Do you really believe he loves you? Youâre not the one he truly cares about.
Donât you feel ashamed?â
Tildaâs face stung from the slaps, but she suppressed her anger and sneered at Ivy.
âIf I canât have his love, Iâll have his body.
Look, youâre jealous of me, arenât you?â
âYousâ
âAnd how do you know he doesnât love me? Men are superficial.
The more time I spend with Lyndon, the more heâll fall for me.
He married me even without knowing the child is his.
Doesnât that say something?â
Tildaâs words pushed Ivy closer to the edge of insanity.
She yanked Tilda to the cliffâs edge.
âShut up, or Iâll throw you down!â
Stones tumbled from the cliff, making no sound as they disappeared into the abyss.
Tildaâs face paled as she tried to stabilize herself.
âIf you push me, youâll die too! Remember your goal,â Tilda reminded Ivy, fighting for her life.
She tried to regain her composure.
She didnât want to die.
Ivy took a deep breath.
âSince Lyndon loves you so much, he must be coming to save you.
Letâs see if heâll do anything for you,â she sneered, pulling Tilda back slightly before dialing Lyndonâs number.
On the winding hillside road, two luxury cars sped one after another.
Brian and Sanford were in one, while Lyndon and Keanu were in the other.
When Lyndonâs phone rang, he squinted at the unknown number.
Though he didnât recognize it, something told him it was important.
He answered quickly.
âWho is this?â
âLyndon, itâs Ivy.
Tilda is with me.
â
Lyndonâs grip tightened on the steering wheel.
âYou had her kidnapped?â