CHAPTER 816: CHAPTER 506: LET’S LAY EVERYTHING ON THE TABLE TODAY

Plus, she’s not like you, swallowing your grievances all alone.

She would tell me, so sometimes, even if she felt wronged by my mom, I would go seek justice for her from my mom.

She shook her head with a self-deprecating smile, "That’s great, just enough. These years must have been very difficult for you."

Henry Sullivan took a deep breath, his hands interlocked, "I... was always looking for you, always.

Until I finally found you and saw you marry someone else with my own eyes, I was heartbroken, and then I went to the base.

Later, because of a blind date, I met Ivy, and we had a flash marriage.

Those early years were indeed quite painful, but eventually, the pain became numb."

He said this while looking at her with an obscure smile, "You know, sometimes I even wondered if you were still alive.

Although this thought was terrifying, I did think that way.

With your personality, if you were really still around, it’s impossible you wouldn’t care about your mother."

She bit her lip, "After I came back, I saw my mom, and she said it was thanks to you taking care of her all these years.

Thank you. I couldn’t fulfill my duty as a daughter these years, and you helped make it happen."

"If I couldn’t even do that for you, then I would truly have no value in your life."

Isla Linton let out a breath, "Henry, let’s make everything clear today. From now on, let’s not dwell on each other and just live our own lives, okay?"

This was what he intended to say today, but she spoke it for him.

Isla has always been sensitive, and she probably guessed his purpose in coming here.

"Alright."

"Then take your wife back. From now on... I will never come looking for you again.

You must be happy, including the happiness we once promised each other but could never achieve."

Henry Sullivan closed his eyes and nodded, "My wife wants to meet you, is that okay?"

He knew that when facing Isla, he felt guilty in his heart, so some things he simply couldn’t say.

He wanted to persuade her, but he didn’t know how to start.

But Ivy was different. Ivy didn’t feel guilty in front of her, so she could speak assertively.

If Ivy could persuade her, it might actually be a good thing.

When it came to reasoning, Ivy was actually quite skilled.

"I don’t know her, so there’s really nothing to talk about."

"She’s always worried you might come and take me away, so... she feels very insecure.

Even though I’ve told her many times I wouldn’t abandon her and the kids, she’s still uneasy.

Today, she insisted on coming with me because she’s afraid I’d elope with you."

He thought to himself, hoping the little girl wouldn’t blurt out the truth later.

"Hehe," Isla Linton laughed helplessly, "It seems I’ve really caused you a lot of trouble.

That day Faye called me, saying your wife wanted to meet me and that she had already left home.

I thought about your situation but still refused to meet her.

Because I really don’t know how to face a stranger.

And that person is your wife... I think you understand what I mean."

Henry Sullivan nodded, "I understand. If you really don’t want to see her, then I’ll take her back. I won’t force you."

"No, I’ll see her," Isla Linton looked at him, pressing her lips, "I can’t let the rest of your life be filled with regrets because of me.

You were the man I loved, and no matter what, I want you to be happy.

Making you happy is the best way to commemorate the youth I spent loving you."

Henry Sullivan closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath, and the humidity in his eyes faded, "I’m sorry, Isla."

"I already told you, you can’t say sorry anymore.

Go on, let your little wife come over and chat with me.

I can see her heart is already flying here in anxiousness."

Henry Sullivan stood up, and Isla Linton followed suit. As they looked at each other, their gaze was filled with deep meaning, understood by no one.

He patted her shoulder and turned towards Ivy Miller. Ivy Miller stepped forward and took his arm, "Uncle, Uncle, how did it go? Did you manage to persuade her?"

"We cleared things up, but... I didn’t mention her and James Yinley’s thing.

Because I felt I had no position.

Just now she agreed to talk with you, so go over there and utilize your eloquence to persuade her."

Ivy Miller raised an eyebrow, "So, are you admitting that James Yinley is a good guy as well?"

"I don’t care if he’s a good guy or not, as long as he’s good to Isla, I accept him."

Ivy Miller gave him a hearty pat on the chest, "Alright, Uncle, this is your good side, recognizing the issue quickly.

Stay here and wait for me. I’ll go meet your old flame and have a nice chat with her."

Henry Sullivan pulled her back, "Remember, don’t argue with her, and don’t mention anything like ’old flame’ in front of her. Also, she still won’t say why she can’t go back to James Yinley’s side."

"Uncle, I know, stop nagging, will you please.

I’m not some Female Warrior looking to brawl every day.

Don’t look down on me like that. Can’t you think of me as a genteel young housewife? If not, I’d even accept being a girl."

She pouted at him and then turned to jog over to Isla Linton.

She stopped in front of Isla Linton with a smile on her face, "Hi, I’m Ivy Miller, you... can call me Ivy."

"Sure, Ivy, just like Faye, call me Sister Isla."

"You don’t look like an elder sister. If we went out together, others would probably say you’re the younger sister."

Isla Linton chuckled lightly, "Your personality is really nice. I truly envy your breezy way of living."

"All I have is this bit of personality."

"Ivy," Isla Linton suddenly became more serious, "There’s something I need to ask you first."