Ivy Kensington stood tall, refusing to yield.
Upon entering and seeing Dahlia Kensington’s deceitful tears, she knew she had fallen into Dahlia’s trap, that she had deliberately lost the child...
Ivy said, "I still maintain, let’s check the surveillance before making any conclusions."
These words undoubtedly added fuel to Old Madam Blackwood’s anger, and she struck her cane forcefully on the ground.
"Ivy, I used to think you were a good girl, but now it’s clear I was wrong! Today, whether you want to kneel or not, you will kneel!"
Old Madam Blackwood was genuinely furious, wanting to vent her anger for the lost great-grandson of the Blackwood family.
Dahlia Kensington secretly watched, smiling proudly, but outwardly said, "Grandmother, please don’t be angry, it’s my fault, all my fault, it has nothing to do with Ivy, it’s just me being careless..."
Anne Linden seized the moment to comfort, "Dahlia, you should focus on recovering now, don’t worry about anything else, with Grandmother supporting you, what are you afraid of?"
Old Madam Blackwood glared coldly at Ivy, "I’ll ask you one more time, will you kneel or not."
Ivy tensed her jaw, determined never to kneel to Dahlia Kensington in her life.
"Fine, that’s your choice!"
Old Madam Blackwood hadn’t intended to go to such extremes, but now she had no choice: "Someone, break her legs, make her understand her mistake!"
Suddenly, a childish voice called out, and Ronnie had been brought by Tiffany Leighton.
Ronnie watched Ivy being restrained, tears welling in his sorrowful eyes, and he pleaded, "Great-grandmother, won’t you believe in my mommy? Mommy would never push the wicked witch down the stairs..."
To plead for Ivy, Ronnie, who had said he wouldn’t call her "Great-grandmother" anymore, was now calling her that repeatedly.
This made Old Madam Blackwood feel even more conflicted inside.
No matter how sweetly Ronnie called her "Great-grandmother," he was still not of the Blackwood family...
"Ronnie, stop pleading, this matter is your mommy’s fault."
Old Madam Blackwood was determined to teach Ivy a lesson.
The words had barely left her mouth when the first stick strike landed. Updates are released by NoveIＦire.net
Ivy’s legs buckled, and she knelt to the ground.
Ronnie and Tiffany Leighton called out to her, trying to reach her.
But the people under Old Madam Blackwood’s command held them, not allowing them to move an inch.
The second stick strike followed.
Ivy was forced entirely to the ground.
Almost instantly, she broke into a cold sweat, her body trembling with pain more intense than when Dahlia Kensington had carved out the tattoo from her collarbone...
Dahlia Kensington’s mood was beyond satisfaction; finally! Ivy, this wretch, had begged for mercy before her!
She intended to repay all grievances she had suffered from Ivy!
The third stick was raised high again—
A stern and authoritative voice shattered the air—Sebastian Blackwood had appeared!
The man was enveloped in frosty ire, clearly having rushed back upon receiving news.
Sebastian Blackwood quickly scanned Ivy, forced to kneel on the ground. Her face was ghastly pale, like she might faint at any moment, and his heart ached sharply.
Dahlia Kensington was startled, not expecting his swift return, and quickly began to weep: "Sebastian, our child is gone..."
Sebastian Blackwood’s eyes turned cold, with a mocking smile, he looked at her.
"Are you sure it was your and my child?"
What did he mean by this?
Could he have found out something?
Dahlia Kensington panicked, a vague sense of fear creeping in...