Sebastian Blackwood’s tall figure stood by the door, watching her pack her luggage, his magnetic voice abruptly turning low.
Ivy Kensington didn’t expect him to come over. She paused calmly for a moment and replied, "Claire Crowley is moving in, so I naturally have to make room for her."
That statement alone was filled with jealousy.
Sebastian Blackwood’s furrowed brow relaxed for a moment. He strode in, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her horizontally.
"What are you doing?"
Ivy was startled, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
Sebastian gently placed her on the bed, leaned closer, and whispered, "Who told you she’s moving in?"
Earlier downstairs, Old Madam Blackwood and he were definitely playing the emotion card. Who wouldn’t be moved?
It seemed the man had seen through her thoughts. He touched her petite earlobe and answered in a deep voice, "She can’t move in. The mistress of this house can only be you."
His tone seemed to carry a hint of enchantment, and Ivy’s heart instantly felt as if gripped by a large hand, a bit sore but also a bit pained.
She said, "But still, the baby in her belly is yours."
Upon hearing this, Sebastian’s deep eyes turned cold once again.
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Even though there was a splash of red on the sheets then, as the person involved, wouldn’t he be clear whether he touched Claire Crowley or not?
Thinking about Ivy’s aborted child, a bitter smile spread across Sebastian’s lips: "The only one who can carry my child is you."
But she just didn’t care.
Ivy’s heart ached for a moment. She tightly grasped his arm, "Actually, that child..."
Before she could finish her sentence, "It’s bad, Master Blackwood, the old lady said if Miss Crowley doesn’t move in, she’ll commit suicide!"
Mrs. Langley hurried over, gasping and shouting loudly.
Ivy was taken aback. It seemed Old Madam Blackwood was determined to let Claire Crowley through that door!
Even using this tactic.
Sebastian’s warm gaze suddenly changed. He hated being threatened the most. With a cold laugh, he said, "Fine, if she wants to commit suicide, let her. I’ll have the coffin prepared."
Mrs. Langley was shocked. Was Master Blackwood’s heart truly this ruthless?
However, thinking about Old Madam Blackwood’s unreasonable tactic, Mrs. Langley also felt exhausted.
Almost eighty years old, instead of enjoying her twilight years at home, she meddles in the affairs of the younger generation. It was indeed annoying.
Conveying this to Old Madam Blackwood, upon hearing it, her heart grew colder.
This grandson, truly ruthless!
Impervious to soft or hard tactics!
For a moment, Old Madam Blackwood was angry, "Bring me a knife!"
She wanted to see if he truly didn’t care about her, his grandmother, at all!
"Madam, don’t be impulsive."
Mrs. Langley quickly advised her, practically speechless.
"Yes, Grandma Blackwood, please don’t do this..."
Claire Crowley also persuaded, feeling both resentment and envy.
What kind of spell did Ivy Kensington cast on Master Blackwood, to make him go this far for her, even disregarding his own grandmother?
"Is it because I’m old that you all take me lightly? I said bring me a knife, so hurry up and do it!"
Old Madam Blackwood was so angry her face flushed red, seemingly struggling to breathe.
The next moment, she fainted.
Instantly, the entire Blackwood Manor and the servants brought by Old Madam Blackwood from the old house descended into chaos.
Everyone shouted, quickly attempting to call for emergency services.
In the process, Ivy and Sebastian went downstairs. Seeing Old Madam Blackwood fainted, Sebastian’s pace slowed slightly.
Ivy shook her head helplessly and spoke up, "Claire Crowley, just move in already."