At this moment, Ivy Kensington stood on the stage, her chest aching with a swollen pain.
After having a child, she hadn’t had the chance to breastfeed, and her milk supply was abundant, often waking her up in the middle of the night from engorgement. Follow current novᴇls on novel⚑fire.net
Now, several hours had passed without relief, and her chest felt unbearable.
Unable to bear it, she said to Evan Lowell, "Not feeling well, I’ll go down and rest for a bit."
Evan Lowell glanced at her and saw that her clothes were starting to show signs of dampness on her chest, understanding what was happening.
He gently kissed her on the forehead with concern, then said, "Okay, go on down."
Ivy Kensington disliked his touch, frowned slightly with annoyance, and finally left.
The interaction between the two fell into Sebastian Blackwood’s eyes, and the man’s dark eyes deepened.
For some reason, seeing Evan Lowell kiss this woman made him feel uncomfortable.
Seeing Sebastian Blackwood staring at Ivy Kensington’s departing figure, Evan Lowell chuckled, then raised his glass and walked over.
"Master Blackwood, this is my fiancée, Lena Vance."
Lena Vance was the fake identity specially created for Ivy Kensington by Evan Lowell.
He wasn’t afraid of Sebastian Blackwood investigating.
Upon hearing this, Sebastian Blackwood scoffed coldly and withdrew his gaze from Ivy Kensington.
His cold eyes turned to Evan Lowell, "If Lowell Group has the ability, they can hide her forever."
Otherwise, he would eventually find Ivy Kensington one day.
Evan Lowell shrugged, "Master Blackwood can continue searching."
No one would ever connect the current Lena Vance with Ivy Kensington.
Not even Sebastian Blackwood!
Ivy Kensington headed towards the direction of the lounge, but before she completely reached it, she heard the cry of a baby, and her heart tightened.
Ever since Evan Lowell took the child away, many times late at night, she would dream of her daughter being left in an unknown corner, and every time she woke up, her eyes were full of tears.
Now hearing the cry of a child made her uncomfortable, her steps involuntarily quickened as she followed the cries.
The door wasn’t tightly closed; she walked in and saw Ronnie lying on the sofa, crying with a red little face.
Wasn’t this Claire Crowley’s child?
Ivy Kensington paused, wanting to avoid trouble, and turned to leave.
However, Ronnie seemed to sense someone was coming; upon seeing her about to leave, the little voice cried even louder.
Over and over, the cries almost reached Ivy Kensington’s heart.
Her determined steps halted, and hesitation spread over her strikingly beautiful features.
Ronnie continued to cry.
Ivy Kensington bit her lip tightly, and eventually sighed, walked over to Ronnie, and gently picked Ronnie up into her arms.
Ronnie was only a month old.
Just the same size as the child she had lost.
Ivy Kensington originally thought she would dislike Claire Crowley’s child, but at this moment, seeing adorable Ronnie biting her finger, her heart immediately softened to a puddle.
"Baby, are you hungry?"
She had taken care of Ronnie, Ginny, and Cody before and knew very well that Ronnie’s previous crying was due to hunger.
Ronnie looked at her with beautiful big eyes, unable to speak, just gazing at her with tears in her eyes, her little lips moving slightly.
Ivy Kensington couldn’t help but smile and tapped Ronnie’s little lips with her finger.
Ronnie thought it was food and opened her little mouth to suck on her finger.
Watching her look so famished, Ivy Kensington felt an inexplicable heartache.
Claire Crowley did not know what was happening; the baby was hungry and crying , yet she wasn’t there.
"Baby, would you like Auntie to feed you?"
Thinking it over, Ivy Kensington saw that there was no formula around, and since she had an abundant milk supply, feeding Ronnie wouldn’t be impossible.
Ronnie seemed to understand her words, blinked her big eyes twice, then curled her little mouth and smiled at her.