Martha Marsh said excitedly.
This man looks handsome, just the right match to sell favor to the village chief’s family, so that the two families can have better relations in the future.
Ivy Kensington saw the burly men getting closer to her, knowing she absolutely couldn’t escape on her own.
After contemplating for a while, she spoke up, "I can be your daughter-in-law, but there must be one condition!"
Daring to set conditions?
Martha Marsh unhappily furrowed her thick, black eyebrows.
Ivy said, "You must get a doctor to treat his injuries. Only when he’s stable will I agree to enter the bridal chamber, otherwise, I would rather die here tonight than become your daughter-in-law."
With those words and her determined expression, Martha Marsh didn’t dare act rashly.
Finally, she gritted her teeth and agreed, "Fine, quickly go get Doctor Vaughn."
Doctor Vaughn was the only barefoot doctor in their village and happened to be nearby having a drink, so he quickly made his way over.
Since Ivy previously fed Sebastian Blackwood some medicinal liquid to reduce his fever, it had already diminished significantly, but the wound on his leg appeared particularly gruesome.
The barefoot doctor gave Sebastian a shot and some capsules, "Rest well tonight, and it should be fine."
Martha Marsh urged, "I’ve met your demand, now you must spend the wedding night with my son."
Right after she finished speaking, Martha’s son appeared.
Her son had been a dwarf since birth, later suffered a fever and became mentally challenged, almost forty, yet still no one was willing to marry him.
However, hearing he was getting a wife made him dance around in joy.
"Getting a wife is so happy, hehe, love the wife and pass on the lineage..."
Ivy, seeing Martha’s son, furrowed her brow tightly.
Clearly a simpleton, but he knows about passing on the lineage, evident of these terrifying feudal ideas here.
Thinking of these, she couldn’t help but glance at Sebastian Blackwood.
No, he ended up this way to save her, he needs to get out safely...
The next moment, taking advantage while everyone’s eyes were on Martha’s son, she swiftly rushed to Sebastian’s side.
"Wake up, remember to run later. This is a herb I secretly picked, it can clear your mind, eat it and you will feel much better. When the time comes, just focus on running out..."
As Ivy spoke, she pressed a certain acupuncture point on the base of Sebastian’s thumb.
Instantly, the man who had been in a semi-sleep state woke up, hearing Ivy’s words, his dark eyes deepened, and he gripped her slender wrist tightly.
"No way, we’ll go together."
His voice was hoarse, yet carried a tinge of determination.
Bitterness welled up in Ivy’s heart, "I’ll leave too, but two people are too noticeable, so I’m asking you to go first. Once you contact Owen Rhodes and the police, come back for me..."
But by then, she might not be the same person she is now.
She couldn’t possibly marry Martha’s son, once Sebastian left safely, if they really pressed her, she would rather die.
"This little bitch, how dare she whisper to another man, take her away quickly!"
Martha Marsh who saw Ivy still whispering with Sebastian, flew into a rage, hurriedly ordering people to pull Ivy away. Google seaʀᴄh novel fire.net
And the village chief got the news too, and came with people to take Sebastian Blackwood away.
In less than ten minutes, the two who had been together were separated, and Ivy was pushed into the prepared bridal chamber.
Martha’s son, not even taller than Cody and Ginny, saw her enter and immediately grinned, took off his clothes saying, "Wife, I’m here..."