CHAPTER 820: CHAPTER 509: IVY MILLER’S GUILTY CONSCIENCE

"Well... we talked quite a bit, and she mentioned you."

Ivy glanced at Henry Sullivan and thought, no, I can’t talk about this in front of him.

"What did she say about me, did she say why she left me?"

Ivy shook her head: "No, she looked quite conflicted, as if she cares about you but doesn’t dare to come back to you.

I think she must have her reasons.

I asked if she wanted to see you, and she said not for now.

From her expression, she probably feels guilty for having been with someone else in the past."

James Yinley’s heart felt heavy: "I told her I don’t mind, can’t she understand my feelings?"

"Sometimes whether you mind or not is one thing, but what she thinks is another.

Everyone has different personalities. If her personality was like mine, she’d probably have no problem being with you.

Because the past is the past, and one cannot always hold onto it.

But it’s obvious that she’s a conservative girl.

She doesn’t realize that when she didn’t know about the past, she could have led a happy life with you.

Now that she knows, she might not be able to comfort herself.

People have their limits, and maybe she’s set hers too high.

Perhaps you shouldn’t see her today.

She just promised me she wouldn’t leave here."

James looked toward the Forrest Family’s old residence, still feeling uncomfortable.

Henry said, "Why not listen to Ivy on this matter? At least now you know where she is, and there’s time in the future."

"This is the Skyward Group’s old Chairman’s home, right?"

"Yes," Henry nodded.

"Okay," James nodded, "I understand. I won’t go in today. You’re right, there’s time in the future."

"Then let’s head back," Ivy gestured toward the car.

James gaze was fixed in the direction of the villa: "You go ahead, I’ll stay here a while longer."

"But even if you stay, Isla doesn’t know."

"She doesn’t know, but I do. She’s the closest she’s ever been to me, I can almost feel her presence."

Ivy really thought that such a devoted and wealthy man was rare.

Seeing him in so much pain, Ivy truly felt an ache in her heart.

If she told him why Isla Linton left, would he hurt less?

After all, Isla left for his own good.

Henry tugged on her wrist, "Let’s go."

He wanted to give James some space.

Ivy nodded and got in the car with Henry.

On the way back, Ivy was very quiet, unlike when they came. Her expression was a bit downcast.

"What’s wrong? You talked with Isla, weren’t your conversation pleasant?"

Ivy nodded: "Yes, it was pleasant, but I just feel sorry for those two."

"I can’t evade responsibility," Henry said, shaking his head helplessly.

Ivy thought to herself, yes, he’s indeed hard to dismiss from blame.

Though Isla insists it’s not his fault, Ivy knows perfectly well it was Henry’s child and the one who caused her to lose the child was Henry’s mother.

Although it wasn’t directly caused by Henry, he can’t completely wash his hands of it.

Ivy fell silent again, and Henry didn’t say much more.

What could he say at such times? If Ivy could understand him, he was already grateful.

When they got home, Ivy told him she’d go feed the baby and scurried into the room.

He didn’t notice her deliberate avoidance.

While feeding the baby, Ivy exhaled and comforted herself that she mustn’t give anything away.

She had to remain composed and not let them sense anything.

After all... this concerned family happiness.

Though she felt exceedingly guilty, this was something Isla insisted on her keeping confidential.

When Henry entered, Ivy’s mood had calmed considerably.

"Ivy, I’m going to the base in the afternoon."

"Aren’t you off today?"

"There’s a meeting on Monday, and I haven’t finished preparing the materials."

"Oh, okay, will you be back for dinner?" Ivy’s eyes didn’t meet his, but she did look at him.

"I’ll be back, of course, I will."

"Hmm."

After Henry left, Ivy immediately grabbed the phone to call Chloe Wilder.

But then she thought, Chloe was now with Wesley Zenith. What if she accidentally let something slip in front of Wesley?

This could easily reach Henry’s ears.

She shook her head and found Everly Lewis’s number to dial instead.

Before the call connected, she put the baby, asleep after feeding, down and asked the nanny to watch him, stepping onto the balcony of the living room.

"Hey there, darling, what made you think of calling me today?

I thought you’d forgotten about me after having your baby."

Ivy pouted: "Don’t be cheeky. I haven’t called in over a week; do you really need to act so needy?"

"Exactly, I’ve calculated; even if you call everyone round-robin, you should have gotten to me by now."

Ivy laughed: "Didn’t you know you’re out of favor? Misbehave, and you’ll find yourself in the cold palace.

Ah, enough joking, I’m calling to ask for your advice on an important matter."

"Go ahead, I’m just the right kind of serious person to discuss serious matters."

Ivy really wanted to knock some sense into her; she was exasperating.

But Everly was clever and had lots of ideas.

She recounted this morning’s events to Everly, feeling thoroughly agitated.

"Quick, help me figure out what to do.

My mind feels overheated right now.

I’m afraid to make eye contact with him lest he sees I’m guilty."

Everly crossed her arms disdainfully: "You’re such a wimp right now; what’s there to feel guilty about?

It wasn’t you who got the woman pregnant, what are you afraid of?

You mustn’t let Henry find out. If he does, he’ll surely leave your side, and then you’ll be left holding the baby."

Ivy was speechless: "Can we not talk so wildly? Isla doesn’t like Henry anymore; she’s into her husband now."

"So what? She can’t have kids, no mother-in-law can accept that.

The most important thing is, with such a big business, can they allow no heir to take over?

Don’t joke around. As long as she can’t have children, a future with her husband is impossible.

But from what you say, this woman is at least self-aware, leaving at the best time.

Think about it; wouldn’t it be uglier if she waited to be driven away?"

Ivy rubbed her temples, feeling a headache: "Sweetheart, I’m here for advice, not to hear your analysis. I understand what you’re saying, but what should I do now?

Do you have a solution? Hurry up. Use that smart brain of yours.

If you don’t have any ideas, hang up. I need to find a way."

"Look at you, all anxious. As your darling, when should I help you if not now?"

Ivy felt a burst of joy knowing Everly surely had a plan.