CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 31: TWO SLAPS FOR HER

Who is here?

She turned her head, the Old Madam glared at her with wide eyes and commanded, "Mrs. Langley, bring Ronnie over to me!"

Mrs. Langley initially thought that Dahlia Kensington had a change of heart. She never expected Dahlia to abuse Ronnie here; her heart ached with guilt and she quickly ran over to pick up Ronnie.

"Boo hoo..."

Ronnie threw himself into Mrs. Langley’s arms: "Granny Langley, Ronnie hurts, want a hug..."

Seeing this made the Old Madam’s heart ache as if it had been pierced, this vicious woman!

"Mrs. Langley, get Sebastian back!"

Dahlia Kensington, stunned by fright, quickly snapped back to her senses. No, Sebastian Blackwood can’t come back...

Dahlia Kensington explained, "Grandmother, I just wanted to feed Ronnie some porridge, I didn’t expect it to be so hot..."

The Old Madam didn’t want to hear any of it, holding Ronnie and heading out.

"Save those words for Sebastian, I’m taking Ronnie to the old house!"

At this moment, Ivy Kensington returned from class.

"Ronnie?"

She didn’t expect the Old Madam to be here, holding Ronnie as if she was about to leave.

The Old Madam saw Ivy Kensington and showed a sour face as usual, casting her a sideways glance: "Can’t even take care of your own daughter, allowing others to bully her, useless thing."

Ivy Kensington wasn’t familiar with the Old Madam and didn’t take her words to heart. She only noticed Ronnie crying, pulled out a tissue to wipe his tears but was startled by the injury on his mouth.

"What happened here?"

The Old Madam snorted coldly, not wanting to answer her. Mrs. Langley said tactfully, "Mrs. Blackwood tried to feed Ronnie porridge, it was too hot, and that’s why."

These words were already putting Dahlia Kensington in a better light.

Dahlia Kensington felt a bit guilty, she looked at Ivy Kensington with feigned bravado: "It was an accident, who knew the porridge would be so hot..."

"Slap—!"

The crisp sound of a slap resonated heavily as Ivy Kensington directly hit Dahlia Kensington twice!

"You bitch, how dare you hit me?"

Dahlia Kensington couldn’t believe it, that Ivy Kensington actually dared to lay hands on her.

Ivy Kensington’s hands were trembling, but her eyes on Dahlia Kensington were as sharp as a blade, "Dahlia Kensington, I can tolerate your scheming against me, but! Dare to harm Ronnie, and I’ll fight you to death!"

With that said, she grabbed Dahlia Kensington’s collar and warned, "If Ronnie gets even a hint of injury in the future, I’ll blame it on you!"

Ivy Kensington didn’t believe for a second that Dahlia’s actions were accidental—this injury was definitely inflicted intentionally.

Old Madam Blackwood didn’t expect Ivy Kensington to have some temper; there was a hint of contemplation in her cloudy eyes, though her mouth still had no sympathy: "Even a rabbit bites when it’s cornered, a bit of skill, but not much."

At least far worse than she had been back in the day.

Ivy Kensington said nothing more, and cradled Ronnie in her arms: "Ronnie, Mommy is taking you to the hospital."

Ronnie still had tears in his eyes but obediently nestled into Ivy’s arms upon hearing this.

Bad woman, just wait for my mommy to deal with you!

The Old Madam said, "Let Ronnie come with me to the old house, the doctor is already waiting."

Ivy Kensington thought about it. Going to the hospital now required registration and such, going with the Old Madam would allow Ronnie to get treatment faster, so she followed the Old Madam into the car to the old house.

Dahlia Kensington held her face, watching the two figures leaving, trembling with anger.

Ivy Kensington, that bitch, just wait! And that old hag, she won’t get away with this!

Not long after, the Old Madam made a phone call directly to Sebastian Blackwood. The man had just finished a meeting when Owen Rhodes handed him the phone.

"Hurry back!" The Old Madam commanded.

Sebastian Blackwood slightly furrowed his brows, speaking in a calm tone: "Grandmother, what’s the matter?"

"What’s the matter?" The Old Madam’s tone was unpleasant: "Don’t ask me, ask your wife!"

Then, with a snap, she hung up.