Clinton shot me a glare and said, “Don’t listen to Sury. She’s hiding Ivy somewhere. I’ll explain everything when I get back to work”
After hanging up, he picked up the photo, only to flip it over and see Ivy’s portrait. He ripped the photo into pieces, hurling them at me.
“Very well. Sury. You outdid yourself this time. You even tricked my colleagues.”
The sight of lvy’s scattered ashes broke my heart.
thought of Ivy’s pleading eyes before she passed and how she couldn’t rest in peace even now, something inside me snapped at last.
slapped Clinton across the face, then shoved him and Gemma toward the door.
“Get out! Both of you! Leave Ivy alone!”
Gemma shrieked as she clutched her face, “How dare you hit me!”
I was beyond reason as I screamed, “I should kill you both for tormenting Ivy, even in death!”
Clinton pinned me to the ground and shielded Gemma behind him. “Have you lost your
mind? Stop saying Ivy’s dead! If you keep this up, I’ll send you to hell first!”
Gemma chimed in mockingly, “Honestly, Suzy, how could you curse your daughter? Poor Ivy.”
Clinton added coldly, “When Ivy comes back, our marriage is over. Count on it.”
With that, he stormed out with Gemma.
