CHAPTER 221: CHAPTER 221: DISLIKED BY MY EX-WIFE AGAIN

Originally, I thought I could have a simple meal with Ivan Underwood to soothe my complicated emotions today, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened.

"Ivan, you’re having dinner here?" A woman appeared by our table. She seemed a bit younger than me, her delicate oval face looked very gentle.

This voice... it sounds just like the woman who answered Ivan Underwood’s call for him this morning.

I remained silent, just watching Ivan Underwood.

Ivan Underwood glanced at my reaction first. Seeing that I didn’t show any unusual expression, he relaxed a bit and responded somewhat indifferently, "Yeah, I’m having dinner with my girlfriend."

The woman immediately turned her gaze toward me and smiled gently, "You must be Zoe Hathaway, Miss Hathaway? So pretty, no wonder Ivan likes you so much."

"Hello." I greeted politely.

"Hello, hello, I’m Sylvia Tuttle. I went to see him this morning and answered your call on his behalf. I’m really sorry, please forgive me." Her expression was very sincere, not like she was pretending.

Her warm and sincere attitude made it hard for me to be suspicious, so I just nodded, "It’s okay, Ivan explained it to me, and I believe him."

Sylvia Tuttle replied happily, "That’s good, I was afraid you’d misunderstand."

Saying this, she glanced at Ivan Underwood again.

Just from that glance, I could tell her feelings for Ivan weren’t just friendship, but her eyes were restrained, as if suppressing her affection.

After Sylvia Tuttle left, I jokingly asked, "Is Miss Tuttle secretly in love with you?"

"No." Ivan Underwood denied it quickly, seemingly unwilling for me to continue on this topic.

I nodded knowingly and didn’t pursue the matter further.

I had no mood for the meal, and after finishing, I suggested to Ivan Underwood that we part ways, and then drove to the hospital to see my mom. Fortunately, there was a caregiver now, so I didn’t need to worry too much.

"I’ll go with you." Ivan Underwood stopped me.

"No need, I’ll just check on her and then go home to rest. You have work tomorrow as well, so head back early." My mood wasn’t great today; apart from the good news from Crystal Dawson, everything else seemed off.

Ivan Underwood hesitated to speak, but I didn’t say much more and quietly got into the car and drove away.

Once I arrived at the hospital and got to my mom’s room, I discovered the caregiver was missing, and the equipment keeping my mom alive showed no response. I immediately checked and found the power had been unplugged!

"Doctor!!" I was shocked, quickly turned the power back on, and rushed out to find the doctor.

The doctor arrived shortly to check my mom again. Luckily, I discovered it in time, and my mom wasn’t severely affected; if it was any later, there might’ve been major trouble.

My heart was pounding, and my head buzzing. After the doctor and nurse left, the caregiver returned.

I sternly questioned the caregiver, who looked nervous and wronged, "Miss Hathaway, I don’t know who did it. Someone called me saying you sent something downstairs and asked me to get it. I was only gone for ten minutes!"

"Give me that phone number." I replied.

The caregiver handed me the phone, and I looked through the call log, but it was a temporary internet number and couldn’t be reached at all.

Now, the only way was to check the hospital’s surveillance.

I requested to access the surveillance with the hospital, which they agreed to, but it would take time.

Then, I dismissed this caregiver and found another one, repeatedly instructing them to stay with my mom 24/7, offering more pay if necessary.

For two consecutive days, I was busy with my mom’s affairs while also juggling work. I barely slept, and when I drove home from work, I fell asleep in the car.

"Knock Knock!"

The sound of knocking on the car window woke me from my slumber. It was already dark outside, with dim streetlights all around.

Henry Preston’s face appeared outside the car window, and I rolled down the window.

"Aren’t you afraid of trouble, sleeping in the car?" Henry Preston asked.

"No, is something up?" I realized my voice was extremely hoarse as I spoke.

Henry Preston’s expression changed visibly upon hearing my voice, a bit displeased. "Haven’t you slept these days? You look as tired as if you were poisoned."

I look in the mirror every day, of course, I know I seem rather haggard now. But the pressure is overwhelming, I have no choice.

I rubbed my eyes, then opened the car door and got out, "Yeah, I’m going to get some sleep first."

Just then, a voice sounded not far away, "Iceberg!"

I looked over, it was Kitty.

Kitty was surprised to see me, she walked over, glanced at Henry Preston, then at me, and laughed, "Iceberg, you actually live next to your ex-wife?"

Henry Preston showed a distasteful look when he saw Kitty and questioned, "How did you get in here?"

"Hehe, isn’t this what you left behind?" Kitty held out an ID card, with which you could get in and out of here.

How did Henry Preston’s card end up with her? I remembered she mentioned pursuing Henry before, and I even gave her his contact information.

This progress was somewhat rapid.

Henry Preston grabbed the card from her, then with a scowl, said, "You can leave now."

"How rude, shouldn’t you at least offer me a cup of tea as thanks?" Kitty snorted, asking.

"I need to thank others, but not you." Henry Preston replied disdainfully.

I listened from the side, sensing a familiar, light mood; Henry Preston’s attitude toward Kitty appeared quite different, much more genuine than toward Azure Vaughn.

"You guys chat, I’m heading home." I said tiredly, then turned and left.

"Why is your voice so hoarse? Here, I have a throat lozenge for you!" Kitty offered, handing me a lozenge, her smile brighter than the sunshine in August.

She seemed to have added another lip piercing, looking even more rebellious.

I took the lozenge and put it into my mouth, casually asking, "You carry throat lozenges with you?"

"I don’t usually, but Iceberg often yells at subordinates during meetings, I was afraid he’d strain his voice, so I bought some for him." Kitty said, handing a box to Henry Preston, "Take it, you’re welcome, it’s not worth much."

Henry Preston looked at the box coldly, "When did I ever yell at subordinates?"

Kitty waved dismissively, "No need to explain, I overheard it when you didn’t hang up the phone."

The lozenge was orange flavored, sweet and tangy, quite tasty, but I felt a lump in my throat.

Why did I see a glimpse of my past self in Kitty? I once also clung to Henry Preston, but it didn’t earn me his response.

Amid their bickering, I opened the gate to the yard, walked inside, and closed the door.

Seeing I was leaving again, Henry Preston took quick strides toward me, "You must go to the hospital, or do you want to be sick at home again?"

"No need, I’ll handle my own body, don’t interfere." My temper flared unreasonably, perhaps due to sleep deprivation, causing hormonal imbalance and mood swings.

Kitty laughed behind me, "Haha, Iceberg, shunned by your ex-wife again!"