CHAPTER 158: CHAPTER 158: MOMMY, DON’T CRY—SOPHIE WILL FEEL HEARTBROKEN

"Going home?"

Ivy Summers shook her head, "Not going home, going to see... Sophie."

After the funeral, Ivy Summers dared not go to Sophie’s grave because she was afraid, afraid of losing control and breaking down again.

The car drove all the way to the cemetery.

Ivy Summers’s parents were buried here, and Sophie’s grave was right next to them.

Ivy Summers had never imagined that the person ultimately buried beside her parents’ headstone would be her daughter.

Looking out, a mist formed in her eyes.

After getting out of the car, Ivy wanted to be alone here, so she asked Noah Scott to return first. She took a deep breath, holding a bouquet of lilies as she walked over on her own.

Sophie had only been buried for a few days, and her headstone was the cleanest.

The headstone bore a photo of Sophie taken before she went to Aethelgard, with a cheerful smile like a little sun.

Ivy’s heart tightened, and she squatted down, placing the lilies before her parents’ headstone. For Sophie, Ivy brought the candies Sophie loved to eat.

Previously, Ivy often told Sophie that eating too much candy could lead to cavities, so she wouldn’t let Sophie eat too many.

Now she no longer stops Sophie from eating candy, but Sophie can never eat them again.

"Mom, Dad, Sophie, I’m here to see you."

"Sophie, have you missed Mommy? Mommy didn’t mean to take so long to come see you, Mommy just...can’t accept your departure yet."

"Sophie, Mommy brought you your favorite candies; it was Mommy’s fault before, from now on Mommy will never stop you from eating candies."

"Mom, Dad, if you see a smart and lovely little girl in heaven, please take care of her for me, she’s your granddaughter Sophie. Sophie has never left me for so long, and she probably won’t adapt in heaven either..."

Ivy’s voice became more choked as she spoke, and finally she knelt down, burying her head deep in the grass, unable to lift it for a long time, tears pouring out.

She didn’t know how long it had been before a small hand gently patted Ivy on the back.

Ivy straightened up and turned back to see Sophie standing intact behind her, holding the candies Ivy had placed in front of the headstone.

Ivy’s tears stopped, and she widened her eyes, "Sophie?"

Sophie wore a clean pink jacket and tilted her small head to look at her, "Mommy, why are you crying again? Sophie doesn’t want Mommy to cry, here, for Mommy."

Ivy lowered her head, and Sophie handed her a colorful candy.

Ivy unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth, and a bitter taste spread.

Why would candy be bitter?

Ivy looked up again, and a large hand fell on her head, gently rubbing.

It was Dad.

"Don’t cry, Ivy. Dad will help you take good care of Sophie."

Turning again, the woman beside her also bent down, gently embracing her, the woman’s hug was gentle, warm, and unreal.

It was Mom.

"Ivy, Sophie is just as good as you were when you were little, don’t cry, everything will get better."

"Mommy, Sophie is going with Grandma and Grandpa. Mommy must be good, don’t turn into a crying little kitty, Sophie will be heartbroken."

"No! Don’t! Don’t go." Ivy crawled up and tried to hug them.

But everything she tried to hug passed through her, and moved further and further away.

Sophie stood far away, looked back, with a sweet smile on her face, and waved gently to her.

"Sophie! Mom! Dad! Don’t leave, don’t go! I beg you, don’t go!"

Ivy suddenly woke up from the dream, and the three cold headstones were still there, the candies untouched, placed as they were.

Why would candy be bitter?

Because dreams are the opposite!

Ivy clutched her chest, where a piercing pain surged.

Rain began to fall from the sky, and Ivy’s sobs were carried away by the wind.

"Ivy."

Someone called her from behind, and an umbrella shielded her from the wind and rain; Ivy turned back, it was Damien Lancaster.

Damien Lancaster knelt down beside her, still holding the umbrella for her.

Ivy pressed her lips tightly together, with countless resentments surging, she forcefully pushed Damien Lancaster away.

His body didn’t move an inch, he knelt upright there.

Ivy knocked the umbrella out of his hand.

The rain poured down on her head again, and Ivy raised her hand, "Get lost! Get away!"

Damien didn’t leave, stubbornly kneeling beside Ivy, bowing his head deeply in front of the headstones.

The first bow.

He felt sorry for failing to repay the lifesaving grace of Ivy’s father to the old master, not treating his only daughter well.

The second bow.

He felt sorry for Ivy’s mother who personally entrusted her daughter to him. He didn’t cherish her well, instead, he let her suffer so much.

The third bow.

He felt sorry for his own daughter, for trusting others too easily, handing her over to kidnappers with his own hands, causing her death, something not even an animal would do.

Ivy watched Damien Lancaster bow his head repeatedly, her eyes turned red.

"Don’t think that doing this will make my parents, or Sophie, forgive you. They won’t, never will, they’ll never forgive you, and neither will I."

Ivy’s eyes turned fierce, repeatedly shoving Damien Lancaster; she didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to see him kneeling before her parents and Sophie, didn’t want him to sully this place.

If her parents and Sophie saw him, they would certainly be so mad they’d want to come down and beat him.

Damien Lancaster embraced the emotionally charged Ivy, his strong arms tightly restraining her, "I’m sorry, Ivy, I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."

Damien Lancaster repeated apologizing over and over.

But deep inside Ivy’s heart, there was not a single trace of change.

Ivy kept reaching out to push him, push the culprit away, Damien continued to apologize, as if only by doing so could he slightly alleviate the pain in his heart.

But...it was useless.

These apologies can’t compensate for anything.

After a long while, Ivy Summers calmed down, closed her eyes in his embrace and said, "Damien Lancaster, if you truly feel guilty, then let me and the other two children go."

"I hope we never see each other again."

Damien Lancaster’s body trembled, he held her tighter, seemingly wanting to melt her into his body, "I’m sorry..."

The previous apology was for guilt.

This apology was for being unable to do so.

He couldn’t let her go, even more, he couldn’t not see her...

So I’m sorry, Ivy, I can’t do it.

I was wrong, you can hit me or curse me, but to let you go, I really can’t...

Noah Scott stood far away, holding an umbrella, watching the couple embrace deeply in the pouring rain, dozens of meters apart, like two worlds.

And their world, outsiders seem to never be able to integrate.

But... so what?

Noah Scott will integrate even if he can’t, one day he will forcefully rip Damien Lancaster out from Ivy Summers’ heart.

He threw away the umbrella, extinguished the cigarette butt, strode over, pushed Damien Lancaster aside, and pulled Ivy Summers up, shielding her behind him.

Ivy Summers was now very exhausted, very tired, she turned around and left.

Damien Lancaster wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by Noah Scott.

Every time he was with Ivy Summers, this person would appear, Damien Lancaster had tolerated Noah Scott for a long time.

"Get out of the way."

Noah Scott squinted his eyes, sneered, "Are your eyes on your ass? Can’t you see she doesn’t want to see you?"

"This is between her and me."

"No, you and her have nothing between, you are divorced."

The coldness spread from Damien Lancaster’s body, his eyes filled with hostility, "That doesn’t concern you."

"No, it does, because I will marry her, she will be my wife." Noah Scott spoke slow and steady, with confidence.

Every word Noah Scott uttered deepened the coldness in Damien Lancaster’s eyes a bit more, "She won’t agree to you."

Damien Lancaster knew very well that few people could enter Ivy Summers’ heart.

He knew Noah Scott liked her.

He also knew she didn’t like Noah Scott.

"You should be clearer than me about what kind of family the Scott Family is, it’s not suitable for her."

"The Scott Family isn’t suitable for her, but I am, I can give up the Scott Family for her."

His words were filled with undisguised love.

Making Damien Lancaster incredibly fearful.

"Damien Lancaster, you were the one who first let go of her hand, I should thank you, thank you for your decision back then, letting me meet her, also congratulations to you, back to single status, you can enjoy the time with your childhood sweetheart, lastly, please wish me luck with my proposal, by then, I’ll treat you to the wedding banquet with Ivy."

Damien Lancaster’s face gradually lost its color in anger, every word pierced his heart, yet he had no way to refute, because wasn’t it all caused by himself?

It was him who pushed Ivy Summers further and further away.

Everything now is what he deserved, it was his own fault.

Now he ought to live in guilt, atone repeatedly.

Now he should let Ivy Summers go, let her find her happiness.

He should, but he couldn’t.

Ivy Summers, he would never let go.

"Then let’s see, if she will marry you on the day of your proposal."

Damien Lancaster left.

Noah Scott sneered.

Damien Lancaster seemed to be declaring war with him, yet he was never afraid of challenges.

Noah Scott returned to the car, Ivy Summers asked him, "What did you talk about?"

"I praised his red triangle underwear as handsome."

Ivy Summers twitched her mouth... This man, truly... Ivy Summers closed her eyes, couldn’t get past...

...

Just after Damien Lancaster left, he received a call from Rachel Shaw.

Damien Lancaster glanced at it and hung up directly.

Rachel Shaw was still immersed in happiness, she wanted to visit the manor, to be with Damien Lancaster together, being hung up by him left her a bit disappointed, so she could only go alone.

Arriving at Lancaster Manor.

Rachel Shaw suspected she had hallucinations.

She unexpectedly saw a third child besides Annelise Lancaster in the manor.

Those two children looked very much like Damien Lancaster, they were twins.

A sense of unspeakable crisis emerged.

Because their looks explained everything, they were Damien Lancaster’s children.

And those two children looked five or six years old, probably the children Ivy Summers had years ago.

Rachel Shaw stood in place feeling breathless.

Ivy Summers! Actually gave birth to three children.

The other two are boys!

She was caught off guard, horrified.

And Nathan and Leo also saw Rachel Shaw standing there motionless.

Rachel Shaw dressed exquisitely today, knowing full well the marks on her neck from last night, she still deliberately wore an off-shoulder dress, as if to show off to the world.

Nathan and Leo calmly retracted their gaze.

Bad woman, your misfortune begins.