CHAPTER 811: CHAPTER 503: ISLA LINTON HAS BEEN FOUND

Ostrich mentality? Henry Sullivan suddenly smiled, finding that what Ivy Miller said made perfect sense.

A bunch of nearly forty-year-old adults couldn’t grasp the truth, yet a young girl born in the ’90s hit the nail on the head with one remark...

"What are you grinning about?"

He raised his hand to ruffle her hair, "I just thought, for a moment there, you seemed like a sage."

Ivy pouted, "What’s the use if you don’t listen to a sage’s advice?"

Henry pondered for a moment. He had been thinking a lot these days.

Indeed, he shouldn’t continue like this.

He looked at her with earnest eyes, "This time, I plan to heed the words of a sage."

Ivy was pleasantly surprised, "Are you serious? Which suggestion of mine are you going to take?"

"I intend to meet James Yinley. Do you know how to contact him?"

"I have his number in my phone," Ivy said, after helping White Rice get dressed, and then she handed Henry James’ number.

The fact that he could accept her advice was indeed quite a change for her.

"If you feel awkward calling him yourself, I can arrange a meeting for you."

"No need, from now on don’t call James Yinley anymore. I will contact him myself."

Ivy nodded. In fact, she never actively called him anyway.

But suddenly, she felt it was a good thing James was coming here.

After White Rice fell asleep, Henry came out of the bathroom and saw her playing with her phone. He walked over and took the phone from her and placed it on the table.

Ivy frowned, "Hey, why are you doing that? I was reading the news."

"You were probably reading useless gossip. What’s the point?"

"How is it pointless? It’s my personal hobby," she reached out for her phone again.

Henry held her hand, "Why don’t we play a game instead?"

"A game?" Ivy sat upright, getting a bit serious. Her uncle wasn’t someone who usually played games.

"Go on. When it comes to games, I am very competitive, so be careful."

"Let’s have a push-up contest. The loser has to grant the winner a request."

Ivy was speechless, "Uncle, that’s a bit unfair, isn’t it? Who suggests a competition using their strong point against someone else’s weak point?"

"Then tell me, what’s your strong point?"

Ivy thought for a moment, "Do you know how to play Checkers?"

"Checkers?" Henry thought for a moment, "I’m kind of familiar."

"Then let’s play Checkers. The loser agrees to one condition from the winner."

Henry smiled, "Alright."

Alright? Why was he so agreeable? Ivy felt something was off.

But since it was a competition, it had to be done properly.

She went to get the Checkers set and started the game with him. She’d been unbeatable in this game since she was a child.

Henry was going to lose this time. She wanted to teach him a lesson.

If she won, she would make him promise to return Isla Linton to James Yinley.

Then the four of them would truly become two separate families, each living their own best lives.

While she was thinking that, Ivy was amazed to discover that Henry actually won?

She looked at Henry in disbelief, "What’s going on?"

"What’s going on? I won, that’s what."

"That’s impossible... Did you cheat?" She absolutely couldn’t believe she lost. How could it be? She was the Checkers prodigy Ivy Miller, how could she lose?

Henry stood up, "Don’t be a sore loser. A bet’s a bet."

"Hey, you’re obviously... Were you a Checkers expert too?"

"Not exactly an expert, but playing this sort of thing doesn’t exactly require high intellect."

Crazy, does he have to be so sarcastic?

Was he implying that she liked doing mindless things?

"Alright, game over. I won. Now, go take a shower."

Ivy frowned, "Why should I take a shower?"

"Do I need to spell it out? We made a bet, remember? A bet’s a bet.

Since you lost, you have to... listen to me obediently."

Henry looked at her with ambiguous eyes, and Ivy thought, this guy is really terrible.

He was definitely a pro, setting her up on purpose.

She decided that she would never compete with Henry again.

Every time, she was the only one getting bullied.

Ivy was still thinking about it while she showered.

Just as she came out of the bathroom, Henry scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. As he pressed her down, she finally caught her breath and looked at him, "Oh my, you scared me."

"I didn’t see you jump," he tapped her forehead. "Don’t speak. I’m turning off the light."

He switched off the light, his lips found hers, and Ivy closed her eyes, welcoming the enchanting atmosphere of the room.

The next night, after Henry returned home, Ivy asked if he met with James Yinley. He said he hadn’t.

Ivy was a bit displeased, "Didn’t you say you wanted to meet him? What happened? Did you chicken out when you thought of him as Isla’s husband?"

"You’re daydreaming again; it’s not that I don’t want to meet him.

I did call him today, but he had to return to Mountain City for something urgent.

We’ve scheduled to meet this Sunday."

Ivy was relieved, that sounded about right.

On Friday night, Ivy was at home playing with little White Rice when her phone rang.

She walked over, glanced at it, and saw it was James Yinley calling. She looked up at Henry in the kitchen washing dishes and then answered the call.

"Hello, Mr. Yinley."

"I’ve found Isla’s whereabouts. I’m heading to Anchester now."

"Really? How did you find her?" Ivy shared in his excitement.

"We traced the signal from the call Faye Townsend made to her that day, because she turned off her phone after the call.

So my people used the signal for location tracking, which wasted a lot of time.

They located an area and then found her after a widespread search."

Ivy nodded, "That’s good news. Are you going to see Isla Linton now?"

"No, if I go see her now, it will only scare her away.

Please don’t tell Henry Sullivan about this yet. Let me ask you, why does he want to meet with me?"

"It should be about Isla Linton too."

"Then ask him if he’s free tonight, I’d like to meet with him."

Ivy chuckled, "Come over to my place. I’ll invite you for tea here. It’ll be easier to chat."

"Are you sure your husband won’t mind?"

"He’s the one who wants to meet you. Why would he mind? Just come over, and if he does mind, I’ve got your back."

Hearing this, James Yinley chuckled, "Your husband might get jealous."

"I see you as a good person, as a friend. He wouldn’t. My husband is not that shallow."

"Alright then, see you later."

"Okay," After hanging up, Ivy felt extremely relieved. Finding Isla Linton meant... things could finally be resolved. These days had really been exhausting for her, and she could finally be at ease.