CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112: CALL DAMIEN LANCASTER DADDY FROM NOW ON

Ivy Summers, "Did he authorize the division of assets too?"

Seeing Ivy Summers repeatedly confirm with a puzzled look, Julian Jacobs nodded, "Yes, ma’am, is there a problem?"

Ivy Summers shook her head.

Although it seemed a bit stingy, Ivy Summers didn’t say much.

After all, Gregory Lancaster gave ten billion, so it’s normal that Damien Lancaster wouldn’t want to give any.

All she wanted was a divorce; nothing else mattered.

Ivy Summers took a pen and quickly signed her name, then handed it to Julian Jacobs, "Done."

Seeing Ivy Summers neatly sign her name.

Julian Jacobs couldn’t help but say a few words for Damien Lancaster, "Ma’am, the truth is, the sir really cares about you. The day you were rushed into emergency, he cried."

Ivy Summers frowned.

Damien Lancaster cried?

Did he cry for her?

Ivy Summers didn’t believe it, smiling. "Special Assistant Jacobs, you must have seen it wrong."

"It’s true, ma’am, the sir truly has you in his heart."

"Stop." Ivy Summers raised her hand to interrupt.

Damien Lancaster has her in his heart?

Was he telling some kind of absurd joke?

Whoever Damien Lancaster has in his heart, it surely wouldn’t be her.

"Special Assistant Jacobs, don’t joke with me. You’ve been by his side for years, you should know best that the only one in his heart is Rachel Shaw."

Julian Jacobs wanted to say more, but Ivy Summers didn’t want to hear it, so Julian had to drop the topic, saying, "Ma’am, once the sir finishes signing and a time to go to the civil affairs bureau is confirmed, I’ll inform you."

"Okay, thank you."

After Julian Jacobs left, Ivy Summers sat quietly in the hospital room for a long time.

Suddenly, a pair of tiny hands gently covered her eyes from behind, and she heard Sophie’s soft voice, "Guess who I am."

Ivy Summers gently curled her lips, "Let Mommy guess, is it...

Nathan?"

"Wrong, wrong."

"Then it’s Leo?"

"Nope."

Ivy Summers turned around and pulled Sophie into her arms, "Then it’s Mommy’s precious Sophie."

Sophie’s big eyes curved into crescents, and she giggled in Ivy Summers’s arms, "Mommy guessed right."

Ivy Summers held Sophie on her lap.

"Mommy, were you looking at the clouds in the sky just now?"

"No."

"Then what was Mommy looking at?"

"Mommy was thinking about our future."

"The future?" Sophie turned her head to ask, "Mommy, will we go back to Yrador?"

Ivy Summers rubbed Sophie’s head, "We will."

"Really? My brothers went back to Yrador, and I miss them."

Ivy Summers nodded earnestly, "Really, in a few days, Mommy will take Sophie back to see your brothers, okay?"

"Okay." Sophie answered crisply.

"What about the bad Daddy? Are we not taking him?"

"Does Sophie still want him?"

Sophie lowered her head, propping her cheek with her small hands, as if there were two little people inside her having a conflict.

Going back meant Sophie wouldn’t see the bad Daddy, and she wouldn’t have a Daddy anymore.

But bad Daddy was so bad, Sophie didn’t want him, Sophie had Mommy, her brothers, and her godmother, and that was enough.

Sophie lifted her head to look at Ivy Summers, "Mommy, Sophie doesn’t want bad Daddy, Sophie just wants Mommy."

Ivy Summers hugged little Sophie, who was obviously a bit reluctant, feeling pained in her heart, for Sophie was always so sensible it was heart-wrenching.

...

Shortly after Julian Jacobs had left, Ivy Summers received a call from Damien Lancaster.

Damien Lancaster, "Nine o’clock tomorrow morning, civil affairs bureau."

Ivy Summers didn’t hesitate, "Okay."

Damien Lancaster’s voice was deep, and Julian Jacobs had come back to tell him that Ivy Summers had signed without hesitation.

Even though he knew Ivy Summers had long wanted a divorce, the way she was so eager left Damien Lancaster feeling uncomfortable.

After a moment, Damien Lancaster said, "My grandfather invited you to dinner at Lancaster Manor tonight."

"I’d better not go. Could you tell Grandpa for me?"

"Call and tell him yourself."

With that, Damien Lancaster hung up the phone.

Ivy Summers put down the phone and picked it up again, wanting to call the old man, but she felt embarrassed to refuse him directly.

Forget it, there aren’t many times left, so going back to keep the old man company for dinner would be nice.

...

Evening.

Damien Lancaster arranged for someone to take care of Sophie, and Ivy Summers was relieved to see that they had fed Sophie dinner before heading to Lancaster Manor.

As she walked out of the hospital, Ivy saw a Lancaster family car parked nearby and instinctively thought it was Damien.

It turned out the person getting out of the car was Zachary Lancaster.

Zachary hurried over, "Sister-in-law, Grandpa asked me to pick you up."

Ivy slightly furrowed her brows but nodded, "Okay, let’s get in the car."

In the car.

Zachary held the steering wheel and turned to Ivy, "Grandpa doesn’t know about your hospitalization yet. My brother didn’t tell him. I heard you are going to get divorced tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Grandpa hasn’t been well lately."

Zachary said just one sentence, and Ivy understood his meaning, "I’ll wait and tell Grandpa about it slowly."

Lancaster Manor.

Ivy followed Zachary inside and soon saw Gregory Lancaster.

Upon seeing Ivy, Gregory’s expression soured, and he ignored her.

Ivy paused for a moment and walked toward the old man, "Grandpa."

"Ivy’s here, come and sit."

Ivy walked over, and soon, the entrance door opened again; Seraphina Kennedy returned, holding the hand of a little girl.

The little girl looked about six or seven years old, adorable and sweet, dressed in a beautiful white frilly dress that seemed newly worn and fitted her perfectly. She was holding a worn teddy bear and timidly looked at everyone as she walked in.

Zachary, sitting on a single-seater sofa playing a game, glanced at Seraphina and then at the little girl, hesitating for a moment.

"Mom, what’s this?"

Seraphina didn’t answer Zachary’s question. Seeing Ivy there, Seraphina directly spoke, "Ivy Summers, you’re here too, just in time to listen."

Seraphina led the little girl in front of everyone, "Annelise, say hello to everyone."

The girl named Annelise held onto the teddy bear, appeared shy, but spoke smartly without fearing the many people, greeting each one: "Great-grandpa, grandpa, grandma, Uncle, hello, I’m Annelise Lancaster."

She greeted everyone except Ivy.

"What’s going on?" Zachary even stopped playing his game.

They had heard talks about the possibility of Ivy not aborting her child back then, but this girl looked six or seven years old, impossible to be the child from back then.

"Seraphina, what do you mean by this?" Gregory frowned.

"Dad, didn’t you always want a great-grandchild? If the good granddaughter-in-law you insisted Damien marry is unwilling to bring back her past child, it’s fine; I went to the orphanage and adopted one. Annelise will formally be renamed Annelise Lancaster."

"Nonsense." Gregory’s face turned cold; Seraphina’s actions clearly aimed to provoke Ivy, to disgust her.

She just wanted to tell Ivy: If you won’t hand over the child, fine, the Lancaster family will cherish another child.

"Did you know about this too?" Gregory looked at the silent Gregory Lancaster.

Facing this couple, Gregory furiously slapped the table and stood up, "Why didn’t you discuss such an important matter with me?"

"Dad, weren’t you also very arbitrary when you forced Damien to marry Ivy Summers? You didn’t consider our feelings either."

Seraphina, always a sensible and polite daughter-in-law, spoke rudely to Gregory for the first time.

Gregory’s expression tightened, his face full of anger.

Seraphina looked at Ivy, "Ivy Summers, everyone says you are filial, but look at how you’ve upset Grandpa. This is all your doing. If you are truly filial, you should immediately hand over the child from that year."

Ivy pursed her lips, feeling guilty seeing Seraphina use her matter to upset Grandpa.

But at the critical moment of her divorce with Damien, all she could do was feel guilty.

Ivy silently said in her heart: Grandpa, forgive my selfishness, I am sorry for the sake of my child.

As the atmosphere remained tense, Annelise went over, gently tugging Gregory’s rough hand with her small one, "Great-grandpa, don’t be angry. If you don’t like Annelise, Annelise can leave. Don’t argue because of Annelise."

Annelise lifted her head, her words so understanding, making Seraphina incredibly distressed, "Dad, see how understanding Annelise is, more so than some adults."

At this moment, they heard the door opening.

The servant said, "Young Master, you’re back!"

"Yes." Damien Lancaster handed his suit jacket on his arm to the servant.

Damien glanced around the crowded living room, realizing there was another commotion.

"What’s the fuss now?"

He looked at Ivy.

"Daddy." His leg was hugged by a little girl, and Damien looked down.

The call sounded very much like Sophie’s voice.

Looking down, it was not Sophie, but an unfamiliar little girl, and Damien’s slightly moved heart instantly calmed down.

He pushed Annelise away, "I am not your daddy."

Annelise looked back at Seraphina, her eyes filled with confusion as if she’d done something wrong.

Seraphina encouraged her, "You called it right, he is your daddy, just call him daddy from now on."

Annelise nodded to everything she didn’t understand.

Damien frowned, looking at Annelise with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, pushing her further away, "Only the child from Ivy’s womb can call me daddy."

Ivy paused slightly, looking up.

Damien’s eyes turned to Seraphina, understanding her intentions clearly.

"Whoop—"

Bang!

Zachary, having found a party popper somewhere, fired it above Damien’s head, feeling as if Damien had won a battle against the old witch.

"Grandpa, my brother took revenge for you! Isn’t he cool? Sister-in-law, isn’t my brother cool?" Zachary, holding the party popper, surrounded Gregory and Ivy.