CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: ONE SLAP FROM RACHEL, TWO SLAPS FROM DAMIEN

Ivy Summers lifted her head, looking at Damien Lancaster with an unwavering gaze, "You have the freedom to not want a divorce, but I want one. Please respect my choice and sign, Damien Lancaster."

After speaking, Ivy Summers stood up and directly walked away.

At that moment, Damien Lancaster’s heart felt empty, as if something truly could not return.

He lowered his eyes to stare at the divorce agreement, not opening it.

Three years of marriage, neither long nor short.

Upon self-reflection, he had never wronged Ivy Summers, but indeed he hadn’t been good enough, hadn’t cared for her enough, hadn’t fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband.

Once, Ivy Summers was very obedient and sensible, she knew he was busy, so she handled everything she could on her own, and even what she couldn’t handle, she did by herself.

Perhaps it was precisely her sensibility that made his behavior more reckless, more dismissive.

He instinctively felt that no matter how he ignored her, she would not complain, would not leave him.

But disappointment can accumulate little by little, and once it’s enough, with her independent personality, she would leave.

Why didn’t he want a divorce?

Perhaps because her obedience and sensibility suited her to be his wife.

Perhaps because the old master liked her, she could make the elders happy.

Perhaps because of a man’s possessiveness.

The first year she left, Damien Lancaster had a dream where Ivy Summers was very beautiful, wearing a white chiffon dress, holding a child by the hand, standing beside another man, looking very happy, and that man wasn’t him.

He woke up from the dream, smoked the whole night, unable to accept the fact that Ivy Summers might become another man’s wife.

He thought maybe it was his possessiveness at play.

Damien Lancaster raised his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache looking at the divorce agreement.

When Julian Jacobs came over, he saw Damien Lancaster’s heavy aura, then noticed the divorce agreement on the table, and shivered involuntarily.

He’d walked right into the line of fire...

Why did he have to come over right now?

Julian Jacobs cautiously spoke up, "Sir, Miss Summers has left."

Damien Lancaster didn’t speak, the silent atmosphere made Julian Jacobs feel even colder.

Ivy Summers didn’t return to the private room because Ella Morgan messaged her, suggesting they avoid further incidents, and had already taken the three little ones back.

Ivy Summers exited the restaurant, just taking two steps when a car suddenly sped towards her with the intent to hit.

Ivy Summers quickly reacted, stepping back, but the car still brushed past her clothing.

The speed of the car frightened Ivy Summers, paling her face. She looked up to see two women get out of the car.

Rachel Shaw took off her sunglasses, standing by the car, chin held high, looking at her with a satisfied expression.

Had it been someone else, Ivy Summers might have thought it was an accident or poor driving skills. Seeing Rachel Shaw, Ivy Summers was certain it was deliberate.

Ivy Summers’ expression immediately turned cold.

The person with Rachel Shaw was Nina Summers.

Nina Summers wore a triumphant smile, curling her lips, "Cousin, what a coincidence."

Coincidence?

Really?

Ivy Summers didn’t believe it was a mere coincidence.

They must have tracked her down through Damien Lancaster.

"Ivy Summers, you’re really quick to react." Rachel Shaw stood there, raising an eyebrow, showing her entire malicious intent as no one else was around, dropping all pretenses.

Ivy Summers narrowed her eyes, "You wanted to hit me."

"No way, don’t misjudge me, my hand just wouldn’t obey, I accidentally steered the wrong way."

Ivy Summers stepped forward, raising an eyebrow, "Oh, really?"

Rachel Shaw curled her lips, "Yes..."

A loud "smack" resounded.

Rachel Shaw took a solid slap, nearly causing her to fall to the ground.

She clutched her face, turning her head, taking a long moment to react.

Nina Summers looked at the scene in disbelief, "Rachel?"

Rachel Shaw raised her head, completely unexpected that Ivy Summers dared to slap her in public.

She was slapped so hard her ears buzzed, biting her lip, "Ivy Summers, you hit me."

"No way, don’t misjudge me, my hand just wouldn’t obey, I accidentally touched your face."

"You!"

Ivy Summers used her own words to block her, Rachel Shaw’s face twisted with rage, looking as if she wanted to tear Ivy Summers apart, raising her hand to slap back.

Ivy Summers raised her hand and caught hers steadily, turning it to give her another slap.

Now it was symmetrical.

Perhaps Rachel Shaw just liked being hit, the previous slap had barely faded and now she was back for more.

Rachel Shaw held her face, eyes red, tears welling up in her eyes, but her gaze caught sight of a man walking out behind them.

Rachel Shaw’s expression changed, forcefully struggling from Ivy Summers’ grip, trying to fall to the side to create an illusion of being pushed.

Ivy Summers instantly saw through her intentions, and from the reflection in the car window, she saw Damien Lancaster behind them.

Ivy Summers’ eyes flashed, yanking Rachel Shaw and directly throwing her into Damien Lancaster’s arms.

Damien Lancaster caught off guard, instinctively raised his hands to catch Rachel Shaw.

Rachel Shaw let out a sharp "ah," her tears instantly flowing down her face.

"Damien..."

Ivy Summers raised an eyebrow, wasn’t this exactly what Rachel Shaw wanted?

No need for her to fall, making it redundant, she personally delivered her into Damien Lancaster’s arms.

Damien Lancaster lowered his gaze, "What happened now?"

Rachel Shaw covered her face, biting her lip, head lowered, looking like she was aggrieved but dared not speak.

She didn’t need to speak, someone else spoke for her, Nina Summers immediately said, "Mr. Lancaster, Rachel is just too easy to bully, she was inexplicably slapped twice by my cousin just now."

"Inexplicably? If I don’t slap you, you just won’t talk, right?"

Ivy Summers’ eyes filled with coldness, her icy voice and powerful aura scared Nina Summers pale, instinctively covering her own face.

"No, it’s not inexplicable." Rachel’s tears fell like beads, "It’s my fault, it was my car that almost hit Ivy, no matter how much Ivy slaps me, it’s justified. Ivy, have you vented enough? If not, you can continue, as long as you’re satisfied."

"Alright." Ivy Summers nodded.

Damien Lancaster looked at Rachel Shaw’s swollen cheek, his expression cold and stern.

"Ivy Summers!"

"Shut up."

Today, Ivy Summers was frightened repeatedly, and already upset, yet these people kept coming one after another to disgust her.

"If you speak for her, I’ll slap you too."