CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168: WHY WON’T DADDY COME FIND ME?

Ivy Summers walked past Rachel Shaw, who wasn’t content with being humiliated, and moved her foot to step on Ivy Summers’ hem.

With a ripping sound, the fabric of the skirt, already thin and delicate, tore open instantly.

Ivy Summers turned back, even Tristan Sterling’s face changed as he saw Ivy Summers reveal a section of her fair waist. He turned back and was about to drape his coat over Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers calmly pushed it away and walked up to Rachel Shaw, quietly looking at her.

Rachel Shaw felt a bit guilty when Ivy turned back, lifted her head, and said, "I didn’t do it on purpose."

Ivy Summers stared at her without saying a word.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, the people around intervened, "Since the dress is ruined, go change into another one."

"Miss Shaw probably didn’t do it on purpose just now, she just accidentally stepped on it."

Rachel Shaw heard someone defending her and smiled again. "Ivy, I apologize. I really didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just a dress. If you really care about it, I can compensate you. I can give you several if you want..."

With Rachel Shaw saying this, if Ivy Summers really minded, it would seem petty.

Ivy Summers didn’t say anything, took a step forward, and her gaze fell on a blueberry cupcake on the table nearby.

"This cake looks quite good."

Rachel Shaw glanced at her, unsure what Ivy was planning, suddenly talking about cake.

The next second, smack—a piece of cake was smeared all over Rachel Shaw’s face, covering it entirely.

No one expected Ivy Summers to make a move, and neither did Rachel Shaw, especially using such a "rough" method in front of everyone.

After the slap, Ivy Summers calmly picked up a tissue, wiped her hands unhurriedly, and said, "I didn’t do it on purpose either," then walked away.

Though "rough," it was simple and neat, leaving everyone around dumbfounded.

Rachel Shaw wiped off the cake from her face, which was covered with sticky cream, ruining her carefully prepared makeup.

Rachel Shaw was about to explode with anger, yelling, "Ivy Summers!"

Saying that, she hurled the cake in her hand towards Ivy Summers...

But the cake was blocked by a piece of clothing.

Ivy Summers looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her, pursing her lips tightly, as the coat was draped over her shoulders. Damien Lancaster pulled Ivy Summers’ hand.

"Damien..." At the sight of Damien Lancaster, Rachel Shaw was nearly losing her eyes.

Damien Lancaster had really come.

Rachel Shaw hurriedly hid her face; she didn’t want Damien Lancaster to see her like this, so embarrassed, so disgraced.

But Damien Lancaster didn’t even look at her. His gaze fell on Tristan Sterling, who had watched the spectacle; his tone was light, but there was a hint of coldness, "Sorry for causing trouble."

Tristan Sterling smirked, "Are you apologizing for this beautiful lady or for your fiancée?"

Tristan Sterling’s question was tricky, two women, one ex-wife and one fiancée, and he was still holding his ex-wife’s hand.

Damien Lancaster’s expression didn’t change, "For my wife."

Tristan Sterling was silent for a few seconds, then raised an eyebrow with a smile.

Damien Lancaster had already left with Ivy Summers, leaving Rachel Shaw standing alone, not even sparing her a glance, embarrassingly awkward.

"Didn’t everyone say the First Young Master Lancaster was madly in love with Miss Shaw? Why didn’t he even give her a glance just now? Seems the rumors were wrong."

"And they said the former Mrs. Lancaster was abandoned, but today it seems otherwise. The First Young Master Lancaster clearly cares and even called her his wife."

"Look at Eldest Miss Shaw, it’s laughable, no one is more disgraceful than her."

Laughter echoed around as Rachel Shaw seemed like a ridiculous clown.

Tristan Sterling chuckled, what a good show it was.

The Sterling Family, being respectable, sent someone to help Rachel Shaw fix her makeup.

Of course, someone also escorted Ivy Summers to change clothes.

...

In the lounge, Sophie looked at Kyle Sterling’s phone.

Daddy is strange, he replied "hmm," but why hasn’t he come to find her?

She’s been waiting for three days.

Sophie rested her chin in frustration.

Does Daddy not love her at all?

Sophie took a picture of her pouty face and sent it to Damien Lancaster.

"Little mute, what’s wrong? You’ve even got the phone to play with, and you’re still not happy?" Kyle Sterling walked over and pinched Sophie’s cheek.

"Sophie."

Sophie lifted her head and said to Kyle Sterling.

"What?"

"My name is Sophie."

Kyle Sterling was pleasantly surprised, "You remembered?"

Sophie shook her head.

She heard it from that woman who wouldn’t let her in that day.

That woman clearly knew her.

That’s how she knew her name was Sophie.

"Sophie? Who gave you such a name? It sounds broken and ugly."

Hearing someone say her name was ugly, Sophie pouted angrily and put her hands on her hips.

Kyle Sterling pinched Sophie’s little cheeks.

Sophie huffed, swatting Kyle’s hand away, "You’re the broken one!"

Kyle Sterling chuckled, "Alright, we’ll call you Sophie from now on, alright, little broken one."

"It’s the ’sui’ of rice spike," Tristan Sterling walked in, glancing at Kyle, "Stop teasing her."

Tristan Sterling squatted in front of Sophie, "Come, I’ll take you out to meet people, your daddy is here tonight too."

And possibly Sophie’s mom as well.

Tristan Sterling thought Ivy Summers should be Sophie’s mother.

Since Sophie is Damien Lancaster’s daughter, and there aren’t many women around Damien Lancaster, Ivy Summers, Rachel Shaw, there couldn’t be a third.

If it’s not Rachel Shaw, then it can only be Ivy Summers.

Sophie’s eyes lit up.

The Sterling family is great, and the people in the Sterling family are also good, but she still wanted to go back to her father’s side.

Tristan Sterling picked Sophie up from the chair and led her outside.

Kyle Sterling stepped forward, "Wait a minute, brother."

Kyle pulled Tristan aside, with a hint of sadness and reluctance on his handsome face, "Are you really going to return Sophie to the Lancaster Family?"

Tristan raised an eyebrow, "Or were you planning to claim her for yourself?"

Kyle glanced at Sophie, "Didn’t Old Master Sterling want to recognize her as a daughter?"

"Old Master Sterling did that because he heard she was bullied, wanted to support her, letting people know Sophie is not only a child of the Lancaster Family, but is also dearly cared for by the Sterling family, to prevent incidents like falling off a cliff from happening again."

Everyone knows a child wouldn’t fall off a cliff; it was a setup.

For such a small child to be schemed into falling off a cliff, it shows how malicious the people around Damien Lancaster are.

Old Master Sterling indeed loves Sophie, so he used a grand banquet to show how much he valued her, and the banquet was also to let Damien Lancaster see his daughter and return Sophie to the Lancaster Family.

Old Master Sterling does want a daughter, but his own daughter is irreplaceable in his heart, even Sophie can’t replace that.

Kyle exhaled, he can’t really keep someone from going home.

Tristan saw Kyle’s reluctance and smiled as he patted him twice on the back of the head, "If you truly like her, you can have a daughter of your own in the future."

Kyle looked at Sophie, "A daughter of my own won’t be as adorable as Sophie."

"Then you should go to the Lancaster Family, become Damien Lancaster’s son, and see Sophie every day, you’ve already called him dad." Tristan teased him.

Regarding calling Damien Lancaster "dad," he almost couldn’t explain it, and Kyle, feeling aggrieved, turned dark-faced, "You try saying that in front of our dad."

"He’d hit you, grandpa would also hit you."

"How could your thirty-seven-degree mouth utter such cold words?"

Ultimately, Kyle couldn’t out-argue Tristan and left with a black face to find Sophie.

Sophie smiled at him, and Kyle, looking at this little girl who caused him so much trouble, dared to smile, became more aggrieved.

"You’ve taken all the advantage of this young master with you and your father, and yet you still laugh."

Sophie laughed even more happily.

She reached out her small hand for him to hold, "Find daddy."

"You only know to look for your dad, what’s so good about him? Is he more handsome than me? Better than me?"

"Daddy is the handsomest."

"You ungrateful little thing."

Though complaining, Kyle still picked up Sophie and walked outside.

Once outside.

Kyle was in a white shirt and pants, with dazzling blond hair, tall and slim, with a youthful and handsome appearance, holding a fragrant and soft little bundle in his arms, attracting attention the moment he stepped outside.

"Who is this little one? Why is she in Young Master Sterling’s arms?"

"So cute, could she be Young Master Sterling’s daughter?"

"Young Master Sterling is only nineteen, what are you thinking?"

"Then whose daughter is she, never heard the Sterling Family has a child this big, could she be Young Master Tristan’s?"

Kyle stopped, "Stop guessing, this is my little aunt."

With those words, the whole room fell silent.

Kyle’s nonchalant words startled everyone.

Little aunt, that is... Old Master Sterling’s daughter!

Could she be the little princess?

The surrounding crowd began speculating aloud.

Kyle responded with "yes" and "right" to the left and right, appearing lazy, but actually, everyone was unpleasing to him because the little mute was leaving, he wasn’t happy!

Faced with Kyle’s answer, everyone was shocked!

More shocked was Rachel Shaw, just returned from touching up her makeup.

Looking at Sophie in Kyle’s arms, Rachel Shaw’s fingers unconsciously gripped the fabric of her skirt tightly as the cold wind continuously hit her body, she only felt all the blood in her body freezing.

Frantically looking around, not seeing Damien Lancaster’s figure, Rachel Shaw tried hard to maintain a calm face, actually racking her brain on how to keep Sophie from seeing Damien Lancaster.

...

Ivy Summers changed her clothes and came out of the lounge. Damien Lancaster was still waiting outside.

Damien Lancaster was smoking, and the smell of smoke was heavy around him.

Ivy Summers couldn’t help but cough lightly.

Damien Lancaster pursed his lips tightly and extinguished the cigarette he had just lit.

Ivy Summers stepped outside, and Damien Lancaster followed her, like a servant following an ancient young mistress, inseparable.

Ivy Summers stopped and looked back, "I want to be alone, wasn’t I supposed to unwind?"

"Am I bothering you?"

"Yes."

Damien Lancaster retreated a few steps, once a distance was maintained, he continued following.

Ivy Summers held her forehead and left directly.

Passing by the Sterling Family’s living room, Ivy Summers saw a square photo frame placed inside, she stopped to look at the photo inside.

The style of the photo and the attire of the people in it looked like it was from forty or fifty years ago. The photo showed a handsome and dashing man holding a five or six-year-old girl, the girl with her arms wrapped around the man’s neck, the man beaming, creating a very warm scene.

Ivy Summers was lost in thoughts for quite some time.

"What are you looking at?"