CHAPTER 164: CHAPTER 164: WANT TO DIE? AS YOU WISH, YOUR MAJESTY!

Ivy Summers was jolted awake, the pale moonlight falling on her face, making her entire face look bloodless.

She opened her eyes and saw a face she once loved.

Damien Lancaster was holding her, running frantically outside. His face was filled with urgency, unlike his usual calm indifference. At this moment, he was chaotic, in pain, even desperate...

She even saw the tears he shed.

Tears seemed to be something that didn’t belong to this man.

Was he worried about her?

Unfortunately, his concern came too late.

If five years ago, he could have been as worried about her as he was tonight, worried about his seven-month-pregnant wife being tired, uncomfortable, or unable to bear it, it would have been good...

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

Ivy Summers didn’t call out to him, she listened to his pleas, watched his tears, and her heart ached with him.

And this pain was for herself, for the past they couldn’t return to, couldn’t regret.

Ivy Summers closed her eyes, actually feeling very tired, really very tired.

"Ivy Summers, I beg you, don’t leave, I’ll take you to the hospital, you wake up, I’ll seek redemption, I’ll redeem myself, don’t do this to yourself, it’s not worth it, because of the mistakes I made, sacrificing your own life is not worth it..."

Ivy Summers reopened her eyes. His crying made Ivy think she was really going to die, but she wasn’t dead yet.

She still had Nathan and Leo, she still needed to take revenge, find out the cause of her mother’s death, and there were many, many things left unfinished.

But Ivy Summers said nothing.

No rush.

Let him cry a little longer.

It was not until Damien Lancaster carried Ivy Summers into the car that he realized the woman in his arms had opened her eyes and was looking at him.

Damien Lancaster stood frozen in place, "Ivy."

Ivy Summers sighed softly, her tone somewhat weak, "Why did you stop crying? Keep crying, I like to hear you cry."

Damien Lancaster looked at her with a complex gaze, "Are you okay?"

"Do you really want something to be wrong with me?"

Seeing that she indeed showed no signs of overdosing on sleeping pills and falling unconscious, Damien was relieved and pulled the woman tightly into his arms, holding her as if afraid of losing her, as if to merge her into his very bones and blood.

Ivy Summers struggled to breathe.

"Ivy Summers, why be so foolish? Why take sleeping pills? Didn’t you hate me? I’m not dead, so why should you be?"

Ivy Summers coughed once, "What are you afraid of? Afraid I’ll die?"

Damien Lancaster held her firmly, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of choked emotion, "I’m afraid, I’m afraid of losing you."

Ivy Summers smiled bitterly and closed her eyes, "But Mr. Lancaster, I haven’t wanted you for a long time."

I haven’t wanted you for a long time, how could you lose me?

Damien Lancaster was stunned, his heart seemingly stabbed fiercely, pain so severe he didn’t dare to breathe.

Ivy Summers pushed him away forcefully, got out of the car, and raised her eyes, "Mr. Lancaster, we’re already divorced, please don’t waste this unnecessary concern on me anymore."

Damien Lancaster bowed his head, his face filled with remorse and a myriad of complex emotions, "I know you still hate me..."

Ivy Summers lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"No, more than hatred, I just don’t want to see you now."

More than hatred, I just don’t want to see you now!

The words were like countless sharp blades, piercing directly through his chest. Even though the blood in his body never ceased to flow, he felt his whole being was stiff, cold, so cold even his fingertips were numb.

Ivy Summers turned around and walked back herself step by step.

Damien Lancaster wanted to reach out and hold her back, but his outstretched hand froze in place. At that moment, he seemed to understand that some things, a wrong step, leads to continual missteps, some people, once lost, are truly lost.

Damien Lancaster stood alone under a streetlamp, his shadow stretched long, the light harshly white, the surroundings silent, making him appear especially desolate.

"Mommy."

Nathan and Leo, who had chased after her, stood behind.

Ivy Summers went over to hold them, "Did Damien Lancaster bring you back?"

Nathan and Leo nodded, seemingly frightened by Damien Lancaster suddenly carrying her out, watching her with concern, "Mommy, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"No, look, Mommy is perfectly fine."

Nathan, "Then why did the bad daddy carry you out?"

Who could understand that scene of Damien Lancaster carrying Ivy Summers out was really frightening, they thought something was wrong with Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers pursed her lips, "It’s nothing, just consider it a sudden fit."

Ivy Summers took Nathan and Leo back home, closed the door, with Damien Lancaster still outside not having left.

Ivy Summers took the children upstairs, and Nathan and Leo looked down from the window, at the man standing motionless downstairs.

Leo turned to Ivy Summers, "Mommy, are we leaving the bad daddy locked outside?"

"He’s not leaving on his own."

Ivy Summers walked over coldly, glanced downstairs, and ruthlessly closed the window.

Ivy Summers didn’t look, and so did they, let the scum dad just stand there.

Nathan and Leo returned to Ivy Summers, hugging her from left and right, "Mommy, we will always be with you."

Ivy Summers hugged her two little ones and asked, "Has anything happened at the Lancaster Family these days?"

Nathan and Leo shook their heads in perfect tacit understanding.

Mommy was sad enough already, they didn’t want their own matters to bother her even more.

Besides, they had already dealt with it themselves, and the bad dad wouldn’t allow that bad woman back at Lancaster Manor, so it should be fine.

Nathan, "Don’t worry, Mommy, we are doing great, eating well, sleeping well, and we will definitely not let ourselves suffer."

Leo nodded, "Yes, we will definitely not let ourselves suffer."

Ivy Summers knew that they were Lancaster Family’s deeply cherished grandsons, of course, they were loved in every possible way, not letting them suffer.

With that, Ivy Summers was reassured.

Downstairs, Damien Lancaster made a phone call, "Check what medications Ivy Summers has recently gotten from the hospital."

Ivy Summers needs to take sleeping pills, and it seems she’s taken quite a few. Clearly, there’s something wrong with her body; otherwise, why would she need them?

After giving some instructions, Damien Lancaster glanced at the light that had been turned off upstairs and left despondently.

...

Bar.

When Zachary Lancaster found Damien, he was sitting in a booth, drinking glass after glass of alcohol.

It was as if he was trying to drink himself to death; there were already several empty bottles on the table.

Just as Damien opened another bottle and was about to drink, Zachary snatched it from his hand and slammed it on the table, "Bro, have you lost your mind? Your wounds haven’t even healed, you forced yourself out of the hospital, and now you’re drinking. Do you think you’re made of iron?"

Damien ignored him, opened another bottle, poured it into a glass, and downed it in one gulp.

"Bro..."

"Leave me alone!"

Damien rarely touched alcohol, knowing it could lead to losing control. And losing control was something Damien never allowed himself.

But today, he drank bottle after bottle, and Zachary had never seen Damien like this.

"Bro, what’s wrong with you? Didn’t you go to see my sister-in-law? Did you guys fight again?"

A fight?

If she was willing to fight with him, that would actually be a good thing.

If she was willing to hate him, that would also be good; it would mean she still had him in her heart.

But she said she would rather not see him than hate him.

Damien pressed a hand to his wounded chest. Hearing that hurt more than the day she stabbed him, "It was my fault, I..."

Damien poured himself another glass, lifted his head, and drank it all.

The spicy whiskey burned his throat, stirring his nerves, and the man looked at the glass with a bitter smile.

"I really messed up. Back then, when I married her, if I had cared for her a bit more, shown a bit more concern, if I had been by her side when her mother passed away... would things have been different? Would they... have been different?"

Zachary frowned, watching in shock as this man confessed repeatedly. He said nothing.

Damien’s hoarse voice continued:

"If I had treated her better, she wouldn’t have left me. I would have a loving wife by my side and three lively, adorable children, not be alone like I am now.

Ha...

In the end, I deserve it. I truly deserve it."

Damien didn’t know how to describe his current feelings. When he poured himself another drink, Zachary grabbed the glass from his hand, "Enough! Stop drinking. If you drink yourself to death, I’ll have to clean up your mess."

"Would you? Let Ivy Summers come clean up after me."

Zachary was at a loss. Damien was truly drunk.

"Ivy wouldn’t come clean up after you. Are you dreaming? She’s not your wife anymore; whether you live or die has nothing to do with her. At most, she’d light incense for you."

"No, you didn’t even attend her mother’s funeral back then. If you die, she won’t even light incense for you."

What’s this called?

This is called karma!

"If I were her, I’d be dancing on your grave, driving you mad."

Zachary’s words stabbed knife after knife into Damien’s heart.

Maybe this brother wasn’t biologically related.

Damien’s eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered them, letting out a bitter laugh, "Yeah, we’re divorced. She’s no longer mine. Whether I live or die has nothing to do with her."

Zachary had never seen Damien so dejected, and there was nothing he could do. Worried that Damien would drink himself to death, he took out his phone to call Ivy Summers.

Right now, no one could persuade this man, except Ivy Summers.

Ivy might not persuade him, but hearing her voice might make him feel a little better.

Since it was Zachary calling, Ivy answered.

As soon as the call connected, Zachary softened his voice, "Sis-in-law, it’s Zachary. Are you asleep?"

"What do you need?"

"My brother is at a bar, drinking heavily. He’s still injured, and if this continues, I’m afraid something will happen. Could you please have pity on him and comfort him a bit?"

There was silence on Ivy’s end.

Zachary knew Ivy probably wouldn’t agree.

But there was really no option.

Right now, to Damien, Ivy Summers is what matters most. Even if she slaps him, it could pull him back from the brink of death.

"Put him on the phone."

"Okay." Zachary was pleasantly surprised and immediately handed his phone to Damien, "Bro, it’s my sis-in-law. Take it."

Zachary put the phone on speaker, and heard Ivy’s voice, "Damien Lancaster, if you’re going to die, do it somewhere else. Don’t dirty the bar."

Ivy’s voice was so cold, it felt like it could freeze one’s blood.

After she spoke, Ivy hung up.

Zachary’s eyes widened.

That’s how she comforts someone?

Zachary looked at Damien.

Great!

A heart that was already dead seemed deader than ever.

Damien stood up, and when Zachary saw him heading out, he quickly followed, "Bro, where are you going?"

"Going outside to die."

Zachary, "..."

Seriously... so obedient!

Next time, if I tell you to eat shit, would you?