Ivy Kensington arrived at Huxley’s Apothecary and heard Florence Huxley’s sobbing accusations: "Dad, last night I was discussing business with Ivy, she deliberately drugged my drink and called Mrs. Huang over to falsely accuse me of being indecent with Mr. Huang. Look at the bruises on me, they were all from the beating..."
Ivy Kensington directly denied.
Florence Huxley snarled, "Who knows what you’re thinking? You might want to push me out and take over the apothecary yourself."
Elder Huxley’s eyebrows knitted tightly, feeling a twinge of disappointment.
He and Mrs. Huxley were hoping for a child because they knew Florence had been led astray; this Huxley’s Apothecary had been his life’s work, and he didn’t want it to end without a successor.
Elder Huxley instructed, heading towards the inner chamber.
Ivy Kensington followed him and heard Elder Huxley’s heavy sigh, "Don’t mind Florence, she’s just a kid."
Compared to Anne Linden and her mother, Florence Huxley was insignificant.
"Ivy, I’ll be honest with you. I asked you to help at the apothecary because I value you and want you to continue learning, and secondly because I hope you can take over the apothecary."
Elder Huxley sighed again, continuing to speak.
Not to mention whether he and Mrs. Huxley’s child can be born safely, even if born, it would require at least eighteen years to grow up.
And he and Mrs. Huxley were already old, perhaps soon they would pass away.
Ivy was his prized student, he trusted Ivy Kensington; he felt assured entrusting Huxley’s Apothecary to her, even in death.
Ivy Kensington was shocked: "Teacher, I never thought of monopolizing the apothecary with Florence around."
Elder Huxley snorted: "That child has no good intentions, the apothecary in her hands will be ruined sooner or later!"
After Elder Huxley called Ivy away, Florence couldn’t let it go and followed to eavesdrop, hearing Elder Huxley speak of handing over the apothecary to Ivy, she was instantly furious.
She knew the Huxley family disliked her because she was adopted!
Unwillingly clenching her fists, a flash of malice passed in Florence Huxley’s eyes.
If the Huxley family was treating her , then they shouldn’t blame her!
Upon returning to the Weldon family, Ivy Kensington faced a displeased glare from Mrs. Weldon: "Dressing so plainly every day, those unaware might think my Weldon family mistreats you."
Just then, Simon Weldon came over, and Mrs. Weldon instructed: "Tomorrow, you must take Ivy Kensington shopping for clothes."
Simon Weldon protested.
He had already planned to take Dahlia Kensington out to unwind tomorrow.
"This is an order, you cannot refuse."
Mrs. Weldon was very forceful, leaving Simon Weldon no choice but to hold back his frustration.
Shortly after, Simon Weldon informed Dahlia Kensington about this matter.
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After thinking it over, she comforted, "It’s okay, Simon, I understand you, but make sure not to pay for any other woman’s shopping, or I’ll be upset."
This meant, tomorrow, Ivy Kensington would pay for her own clothes!
That little pauper Ivy, just wait to be laughed at in front of everyone...
Ivy Kensington didn’t really want to go, she had matters to attend to at the apothecary, but Simon Weldon unexpectedly invited her and even said he’d arranged leave for her at the apothecary, assuring her.
If something seems off, there must be something strange about it; after so many days at the Weldon family, Simon was diligent for the first time.
Thinking it over, Ivy Kensington didn’t refuse, and went with him, getting in the car.