Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Why Are You Running? Am I Going to Eat You?
Samuel tried to intervene, but his mother glared at him: "Reluctant to let your wife work, but you’re okay with your mom doing it?"
Samuel was speechless.
His mother opened the lid of the detergent and gave it to Ivy.
Just as Ivy took hold of the detergent, his mother fell hard, and Ivy was blamed for it.
Samuel heard the noise and rushed to the kitchen. Seeing his mother on the ground and the detergent in Ivy’s hand, he froze, eventually saying nothing as he gently picked up his mother and strode out of the house.
Ivy’s fingers trembled, and the detergent dropped to the floor. She ran out of the kitchen, following closely behind Samuel.
"Samuel, it’s not me." She trembled as she explained.
"Oh... oh, it hurts so much, Samuel."
"Mom, hold on a bit. I’ll take you to the hospital right away."
"Mom can’t hold on! Samuel, I think I broke a bone..."
Samuel’s mother clung to her son’s neck, tears streaming down her face. Through her blurred vision, she saw Ivy, who was following, looking pale, as a cold, smug gleam appeared in her eyes.
She detested Ivy, making her resort to tactics she’d once disdained, learned from low-grade TV dramas.
Samuel’s mother was originally a dignified woman, born into the Rollins Group as one of its three thousand daughters, marrying Robert Lockwood in a suitable match.
Alas, her son had taken a liking to someone who wouldn’t lay eggs.
Robert, a corporate director, wouldn’t do such things, so it was up to her. If she didn’t chase Ivy away, the Lockwood family line would really end.
"Mommy, mommy..."
Nicole ran out and hugged Ivy’s leg, looking up with red eyes and a pouting mouth, saying: "Mommy, where are you going? Please don’t leave Nicole again."
Seeing the tears bubbling in the little girl’s eyes, Ivy felt a pang in her heart and her eyes reddened as she picked up Nicole: "Mommy won’t leave Nicole. Grandma fell, we’re going to accompany Grandma to the hospital, okay?"
Nicole, being well-behaved, nodded and tightly hugged Ivy’s neck, burying her little face in Ivy’s shoulder.
Nicole whispered in Ivy’s ear: "Mommy, Nicole doesn’t like Grandma, Nicole likes Mommy the most."
Ivy paused, tears instantly flowing. Though Nicole wasn’t her biological child, she’d raised her since birth, forming a bond transcending blood ties.
Ivy held Nicole tightly and kissed the little girl’s hair: "Mommy likes Nicole the most too."
The driver opened the car door, and Samuel gently placed his mother inside, then got in too.
The car was a stretch Lincoln, with the rear seat being automatic adjustable luxury single sofas capable of reclining, and including chairs specifically made for full-body massages.
Holding Nicole, Ivy also got in.
Seeing Ivy, Samuel’s mother cried out loudly in pain, clearly discomforted by Ivy’s presence.
How could Samuel not know?
Samuel said: "Ivy, why don’t you stay home with Nicole while I take mom to the hospital?"
Ivy’s face turned pale, eyes misty with tears.
Nicole’s childish voice said: "No! No! Nicole cares for Grandma too, and wants to go to the hospital with her."
Samuel’s mother was surprised to hear Nicole say this. Last night, Ivy ran away, and the little girl wouldn’t stop crying for Mommy despite her attempts to console her.
She thought Nicole cared only about Ivy, not her grandmother.
Samuel’s mother loved her granddaughter dearly and patted Samuel’s hand: "Nicole is a good child, caring about Grandma. Take her, take her."
At the hospital.
Samuel’s mother had Ivy handle the registration and payment, assigning her all the tasks.
Meanwhile.
Ivana walked out of the company; a bright red Bugatti Veyron was ostentatiously parked at the company entrance, attracting the attention of passersby.
Ivana saw it and didn’t give it much thought, turning immediately to hail a cab. Leon Keane’s Bugatti Veyron was silver; clearly, this one wasn’t his.
The door to the driver’s seat of the red Bugatti suddenly opened.
"Wife." A voice as lovely as a cello rang out loudly.
Ivana heard this voice and hesitated.
The watching crowd followed Leon with their gaze, shifting it to Ivana.
They were like spotlights, shining with envy and jealousy.
Ivana pursed her red lips, pretended not to hear, and continued to walk forward.
They weren’t even married, no certificate, what kind of wife?
She was exasperated by Leon’s calling her that.
This guy had forcefully kissed her in the car last night, taken her home, and kept calling her "wife" afterward. He seemed obsessed; early this morning, he started calling her "wife" and eagerly offered to drive her to work.
Ivana couldn’t understand why, after he left her house angry, he didn’t see through her "ugly side" and decide to ignore her?
Why had things developed in the opposite direction?
Could Leon Keane have a split personality disorder?
Actually, Ivana wronged Leon.
He didn’t have any disorder; that day Ivana made him lose his sanity. After leaving, he regretted. During that time, he desperately missed Ivana and wanted to reconcile but couldn’t find the chance.
The woman wouldn’t accept flowers, even went to the flower shop herself and had the owner call him to refuse.
From this, Leon saw that Ivana wasn’t the kind of woman out for riches.
Ivana refused to live with his mom, likely rejecting him!
Leon couldn’t understand; he was so outstanding, most unmarried women in Ravenswood wanted to marry him, but why didn’t she?
He was exceptionally good-looking!
Back to now.
Seeing Ivana walking ahead with her head down, Leon frowned, rushed over, and when Ivana started to run, his handsome face tensed a little, and he began to run too.
Ivana, in high heels, couldn’t run as fast as Leon.
Leon grabbed Ivana’s arm: "Why are you running? Am I a wolf or tiger? Do I want to eat you?"
When Leon pulled her, she lost her balance and almost fell.
Leon felt a pang in his heart, immediately supported her waist to steady her, and noticed how soft she felt around his palm, feeling very comfortable. He squeezed twice and looked down.
Leon blushed.
Here in broad daylight, right outside the company.
Ivana was so embarrassed her face could drip blood, wanting to find a hole to hide in.
"Are you still squeezing?"
Ivana pushed his hand away, heart racing.
"I didn’t mean to."
Leon explained.
"All right, stop talking."
Ivana didn’t want to hear anything for now.