CHAPTER 105: CHAPTER 105: DID DAMIEN LANCASTER THROW IVY SUMMERS DOWN THE STAIRS?

In Phillip Shaw’s opinion, this was just a spur-of-the-moment decision by Damien Lancaster, the young man. As long as he laid out the pros and cons in front of him, he would change his mind.

But Damien Lancaster said, "I can take responsibility."

So what if there’s a loss? I can handle it!

One sentence turned Phillip Shaw’s face green, and he angrily gritted his teeth, "Your father won’t agree either."

"The Lancaster Group is under my control now."

"You!"

Phillip Shaw was so angry he puffed out his beard and stared, "Damien Lancaster, are you aware of the years of friendship between our families..."

"Don’t talk about friendship. I don’t care about your friendship."

With that, Damien Lancaster turned and left.

Madness! Utter madness!

Initially, Phillip Shaw thought Damien Lancaster was just venting, but it turned out he was serious. He’s insane to cancel the cooperation with their family for a woman.

Of course, Phillip Shaw couldn’t agree to it, so he turned around and called Gregory Lancaster to complain.

...

Ivy Summers returned to Sophie’s ward, casually placing the fruit knife she held onto the fruit plate.

Seeing this, the just-returned Ella Morgan looked at Ivy Summers in shock, "Ivy, you didn’t go and kill Rachel Shaw, did you?"

Ivy Summers pulled her lips slightly.

She really had thought about it.

But for someone like that, it’s not worth getting herself into trouble.

"No."

"That’s good, that’s good. You must stay calm. It’s not worth it to deal with someone like her at your own expense."

Ivy Summers nodded, "Mm."

Ivy Summers sat back beside Sophie, her expression softened as she looked at Sophie.

Sophie looked better now, seemed more spirited, and grabbed Ivy Summers’ hand, saying, "Mommy, don’t be sad. Sophie will get better."

Ivy Summers gently rubbed Sophie’s head, "Yes, our Sophie will get better."

Sophie lifted her small hand and put it on her chubby face, "Mommy, look, Sophie is chubby. In a couple of days, she’ll be bouncing around again."

Ivy Summers smiled gently.

"Mommy, where are the brothers?"

"The brothers are with Uncle Noah Scott. Damien Lancaster is here, afraid they’d run into him, so mommy didn’t let them come over. But the brothers are very worried about Sophie."

"Then Sophie will call the brothers in a bit, tell them she’s okay, so they don’t worry about her."

"Okay."

Ivy Summers stayed with Sophie for a while, Ella Morgan reminded her, "Ivy, your body is still weak. I can watch over Sophie, you should go back and rest, and besides, Damien Lancaster is still suspicious, it’s not good for you to stay here too long."

"Mommy, go rest, Sophie can take care of herself." Sophie was very understanding.

Ivy Summers nodded, "Okay."

Ivy Summers left Sophie’s ward, slowly heading toward her own room, her body indeed uncomfortable, and she couldn’t hold on much longer.

She walked slowly, supporting herself against the wall. A passing nurse noticed her pale face and wanted to assist her, but she refused.

Right after refusing the nurse, a tall, well-built man strode toward her. Expression tense, he didn’t say a word and lifted her up horizontally.

Ivy Summers resisted him, struggling against being held, "Put me down, I can walk myself."

Damien Lancaster ignored her resistance, carrying her forward, "You’ve got wounds. If you struggle, they’ll reopen, and you’ll need another surgery."

"I don’t need you to carry me." Ivy Summers positioned her slender arms against his chest, constantly attempting to get down.

Damien Lancaster watched her awkward position and held her tighter, "Can’t you be a little more obedient?"

"If I should be obedient, go find Rachel Shaw."

Damien Lancaster frowned, "Why do you keep bringing her up?"

"Does it bother you when I mention her?"

Instead of answering, Damien Lancaster asked, "Did it make you happy to scare her just now?"

Ivy Summers’ heart skipped a beat. She thought she’d left in time, thinking he hadn’t noticed, but he had.

But so what if he noticed?

At best, he’d be taking it out on her for Rachel Shaw, as he’s done that a lot.

"Happy, so now you’re going to avenge her, right? Last time you kicked me to my knees, the time before you threw me into the sea, what is it this time?"

Damien Lancaster took a turn toward the stairs.

Ivy Summers instinctively gripped his clothes tightly.

Is he going to throw her down the stairs?

Ivy Summers bit her lip, glaring at him, "Damien Lancaster!"

Damien Lancaster, seeing her expression, knowing she misunderstood, decided to tease her a bit, loosening his grip slightly.

Immediately, in fear, Ivy Summers reached to wrap her arms around his neck.

Falling from this height could mean just broken bones for an average person.

But for someone like her, fresh from surgery, with wounds all over, it would be fatal.

Damien Lancaster knew this yet still wanted to treat her this way.

Ivy Summers clenched her teeth, her eyes teary with anger.

Damien Lancaster, you can’t be this cruel.

"Scared?"

Ivy Summers pressed her lips tightly together.

Damien Lancaster glanced down at the woman in his arms. Seeing the tears in her eyes, his heart finally flickered with panic. His initial intent to tease vanished, and he held her tight, turning toward the elevator.

"Don’t cry, just teasing you."

The simple words carried his regret.

Ivy Summers turned her head away, sniffing, not looking at him.

Back to the ward, she ignored him the whole way.

In the ward, Julian Jacobs had prepared dinner. After consulting with the doctor, Damien Lancaster found that a bland diet was better for her recovery, so tonight’s dinner was all light dishes.

Damien Lancaster placed Ivy Summers on the bed, moved a small table nearby, "Time for dinner."

Ivy Summers turned her head away, ignoring him.

"Ivy Summers!"

Ivy Summers responded coldly, "Don’t think just because I stayed, I will willingly be your wife. I still have the right to divorce."

Damien Lancaster opened the meal box and looked up at her, "You’re going to go back on your word?"

"I agreed to play this game with you but never agreed to the game’s consequences," Ivy Summers’ voice was icy, "Since you don’t agree to the divorce, we’ll go through the legal process."

"Mm." Damien Lancaster was very calm, "And then?"

"Damien Lancaster, don’t be arrogant. I will definitely get this divorce."

"A goal." Damien Lancaster picked up a bowl of porridge. The temperature was just right, not scalding, and handed it to her, saying slowly, "Pity you won’t achieve it."

Looking at the porridge handed over, Ivy Summers, in a fit of anger, directly overturned it.