"Enough, don’t say any more." Samuel Lockwood’s eyes were red with anger, tightly clenching his fist.
Ivy Linden, I’ve given so much for you, how can you be so wanton? You wretch, how could you betray me?
Scarlett Lawrence was frightened by Samuel Lockwood’s anger, yet a little excited.
She couldn’t deal with Ivy Linden alone and had to secure "allies," and Samuel Lockwood was undoubtedly the best "ally."
"Waah, waah, waah, do you think I want to say these things? The man I fell in love with treats me , my heart feels like it’s being pricked with needles, almost killing me with pain."
"Then just go and die, who told you to fall for such a scumbag?"
"You..." Scarlett Lawrence hated Samuel Lockwood; his mouth was as foul as if he’d eaten dung. If not for wanting to use him, she’d turn around and leave now: "One hand can’t clap alone; you can’t entirely blame Howard Yeats for this, can you?"
Isn’t it all because of Ivy’s lewdness? If she hadn’t deliberately seduced Howard Yeats, could he be with her, a married woman?
Samuel Lockwood cursed maliciously.
Scarlett wanted to say, it’s your wife who’s a wretch; Howard Yeats is not, he’s just been deceived by your wife.
"Being angry is useless, we should work together and think of a way to completely separate them."
"What ideas do you have?"
Scarlett Lawrence’s eyes darted about, and she smiled insidiously: "Tonight, I’ll trick Howard Yeats away, and you go bring your wife home."
Samuel Lockwood glanced at Scarlett, the look in his eyes seemed to doubt Scarlett’s ability to trick Howard Yeats.
"What’s with that look? Don’t you believe me? Fine, let’s pretend I found the wrong person."
Scarlett feigned leaving.
"I trust you, we’ll do just that."
He had little time to spend in this town dealing with Howard Yeats; since this woman was confident in tricking Howard Yeats away, why should he refuse?
Damn Ivy, once he brings her back, he absolutely won’t let her have a good time. How long has she been separated from him? Yet she’s been mingling day and night with Howard Yeats, doing disgraceful things.
Scarlett Lawrence was immensely pleased.
Actually, she couldn’t trick Howard Yeats away. Several deliberate "encounters" before, she approached Howard Yeats, and he didn’t even pay attention to her.
Scarlett was deeply hurt, wondering what was so good about Ivy that Howard liked her so much, even going to the messy, filthy market to buy groceries daily to take to Ivy’s home.
After delivering the groceries, Howard would then take Nicole out to play, presenting a perfect image of a father.
In this town, many women envied Ivy, having such a "husband," rich and handsome, who bought groceries and took care of kids.
Scarlett envied it to death; originally she wanted to climb up by hooking Howard Yeats, using a "mistress" position, but now she didn’t need to. As long as Samuel Lockwood takes Ivy away, she can undoubtedly rise in rank.
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Returning to focus, she didn’t need to trick Howard Yeats away because every day after taking Nicole, after dinner, he would leave voluntarily, and wouldn’t stay at Ivy’s home overnight.
Before, she and everyone thought it was just a marital quarrel, that Ivy held pride and arrogance and didn’t appreciate it.
Two similarly handsome little boys were brought to the hospital by Aunt Golding, seeing Ivana Monroe, they rushed over.
The two little ones hugged Ivana tightly, their eyes slightly red; knowing their mommy and daddy were in the hospital, they were almost scared to death.
Aunt Golding told them Ivana was okay, and the little ones finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ivana embraced them both, feeling a mix of emotions including relief, stability, and fear... Her eyes were unknowingly damp, she pinched it away with her finger and kissed both children’s heads.
"Mommy is fine, go see your daddy."
The man on the hospital bed had awakened, seeing the two sons with eyes only for Ivana, his heart was unmoved.
He’s used to it, for his sons to have eyes only for mommy.
The little ones finally wriggled out of Ivana’s embrace, their expressions amazed as they saw Leon Keane.
Daddy was disfigured.
His injuries looked very severe.
The little ones approached Leon’s bed, and Timmy Monroe’s tears dropped first, reaching out a small, tender hand to gently touch the edge of Leon’s wound: "Daddy, your face burnt must hurt a lot."
With just a caring comment, Leon’s heart bloomed with joy.
"Yes! Timmy, do you want to help daddy blow on it?"
Timmy bowed his head, gently blowing on Leon’s burn, chanting softly: "Daddy’s wounds go away, daddy recover quickly."
What a warm little fellow.
Leon looked towards Ian Keane, wanting the boy to learn a bit, to see how Timmy cares for his old father.
Unexpectedly, Ian used a disdainful gaze to look at him.
Indeed, a disdainful gaze.
Leon felt heartbreak; if not for this boy looking so much like him, he would think his mother got the wrong baby at the hospital years ago.
Forget it, lazy to argue with this little traitor; it’s enough for Timmy to care for him.
"Daddy, does it still hurt?" Timmy asked concernedly.
"It’s a lot better now, but daddy often feels pain..."
"Aunt Golding, help me get a leave from school, I want to stay and accompany daddy, and blow on daddy’s wounds."
"Okay," said Aunt Golding.
"Cough, cough," Leon dryly coughed twice, saying: "Timmy, no need to leave school just to accompany daddy, mommy is here in the hospital too!"
"I also want to be like mommy, staying in the hospital to accompany daddy."
"Need." Timmy insisted: "I want to wait until daddy’s injury is healed before going to school."
Leon had a headache, what method should he use to persuade Timmy to go to school, the kid seemed to misunderstand his intention.
Ivana pursed her lips, seeing Leon’s plea for help, she ignored him too. Who told him to try sly tricks?
She was really impressed with him; even with such injuries, he seized the opportunity, still wanting to put his mind on her.
Leon meant what? Timmy was too worried to notice, but Ivana understood all too well.
"Brother, our daddy doesn’t really want you to often blow on him, he wants mommy to often blow on him, don’t you get it?"
"Huh? Is that so?" Timmy blinked his eyes.
"Of course, he’s not a three-year-old child needing a six-year-old child to blow on him."
The brother was still too young, not knowing what the old fox father’s scheme was.
Ivana’s fair face flushed, feeling Ian was a little fox, able to accurately guess the old fox Leon’s thoughts at such a young age.
Timmy looked at Leon, seeking confirmation.
"Blowing often heals faster; Timmy is too young, daddy doesn’t want you to tire; mommy’s help is more appropriate for this."
Leon had an exceptionally thick skin.