CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 185: THE ENGAGEMENT BANQUET CONTINUES—THAT DAY WILL BE HER DEATH DAY

Ivy Summers was taken away.

In the shadows, Rachel Shaw stood there, curling her lips.

She had been taken away by the police so many times before, now it was Ivy Summers’ turn.

Old Master Lancaster didn’t die unjustly.

Who asked him to say that he wouldn’t let her enter the Lancaster Family?

If he lived any longer, wouldn’t all her fantasies crumble?

...

Ivy Summers sat in the interrogation room at the police station, her hands cuffed, a bright lamp shone on her, stabbing painfully into her eyes.

"Ivy Summers, tell us honestly what happened, the Lancaster Family is accusing you of plotting against Old Master Lancaster and coveting the Lancaster Family’s assets."

"I didn’t harm Grandpa, nor did I covet the Lancaster Family’s assets."

"Then what’s this about the equity transfer agreement the Lancaster Family mentioned, did Old Master Lancaster give it to you himself?"

"Yes."

"Prove it with evidence. Who can corroborate what you’re saying?"

"The old butler of the Lancaster Family, he was there the whole time."

The police officer stared straight at her, as if trying to discern whether she was lying. "The old butler of the Lancaster Family is dead!"

"Dead?" Ivy Summers’ voice shot up, and she leaned forward anxiously, "When did this happen? How could it be..."

"Not long after Old Master Lancaster passed away, there was a car accident."

Ivy Summers clenched her hands into fists tightly, gritting her teeth, "How ruthless!"

"What did you say?"

Ivy Summers pressed her lips together tightly, tears sliding freely down the corners of her eyes.

...

Damien Lancaster was busy handling the old master’s affairs at the hospital, and only upon dealing with them for the first time did Damien Lancaster realize how tedious it was. Yet back then, Ivy Summers, pregnant for seven months, bore her grief and handled everything alone.

Damien Lancaster sat on the bench outside, flicking his cigarette, enveloped in a gloomy aura.

Ivy Summers’ situation at the police station didn’t reach Damien Lancaster until the evening.

The car stopped at the entrance of the police station.

A luxury car with an unignorable license plate—someone important had arrived.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and the iron door of the cell was opened.

Damien Lancaster saw that scene.

A woman crouched in the corner, her head resting against the wall, her hair a bit disheveled, but more frightening were her empty eyes filled with tears.

Damien Lancaster stood at the door watching, his heart aching.

Slowly, he walked over and crouched in front of the woman.

A shadow fell; Ivy Summers’ eyes remained still.

Damien Lancaster’s voice was hoarse, "I’m taking you home."

Ivy Summers’ eyes still showed no reaction.

Damien Lancaster reached out to embrace her, but then he heard the woman’s voice, "It was Rachel Shaw."

Damien Lancaster furrowed his brows.

Ivy Summers sat up straight, "It was Rachel Shaw who did it. Because that day Grandpa said he would never allow her to marry into the Lancaster Family, Grandpa was in her way, so she had to remove him."

Ivy Summers stayed there, repeatedly going over in her head what the old master had said to her that day.

Only this sentence could have made Rachel Shaw develop a murderous intent towards the old master.

"Grandpa promised me then, he said he would wait for me to come back.

It’s all my fault, if I hadn’t taken Grandpa out, nothing would have happened...

If... if I hadn’t left to get water, she wouldn’t have had the chance...

It’s me, it’s my fault..."

Damien Lancaster hugged the heartbroken Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers cried with heart-wrenching sorrow, as if she wanted to cry out all her tears.

Damien Lancaster had been controlling himself for a long time, but now hearing Ivy Summers’ sobbing, he couldn’t hold back his tears either.

Once Ivy Summers had cried enough, Damien Lancaster took her out of the police station.

In the car, with the window open, the wind blew in, drying the tears on Ivy Summers’ face.

"I went to check the surveillance. It didn’t capture the incident’s process, but it did catch the people who passed by. You can investigate those who passed by."

"Hmm."

"Where is Grandpa now?"

"In the morgue."

"I want to see Grandpa again."

Damien Lancaster pursed his lips, turned the direction, and headed to the hospital.

Seeing the old master again, Ivy Summers couldn’t hold back and cried until she couldn’t stand.

Recalling what the old master said earlier in the day, the heartache was unbearable.

Grandpa said he dreamed that his mother came to take him, Ivy Summers thought, Grandpa has now reunited with his mother.

"Damien Lancaster, Grandpa originally had something to tell you. He said to manage the company well."

"What else?"

Also to take good care of her and the child.

The company, she, and the child were Grandpa’s last concerns.

Ivy Summers looked at the old master’s pale face and said slowly, "Protect the child."

Ivy Summers took a deep breath and choked back a sob, "At that time, I wanted Grandpa to tell you himself. I didn’t want to hear those things because I knew that once Grandpa finished talking, he would leave..."

Grandfather gave me fifteen percent of the shares. I didn’t want to sign. I was thinking, if I didn’t sign, he’d hold on to something in his heart and never leave. But as it turned out..." couldn’t withstand human intervention.

Ivy Summers clenched her fist, turned around, and grabbed Damien Lancaster’s collar with force, her eyes flushed red as she looked at him.

"Damien Lancaster!"

Damien Lancaster reached out to support her, gazing down at her, "Yes."

"Rachel Shaw! How do you plan to deal with her? She killed Grandpa!"

"Rachel Shaw! The Shaw Family aided her. How are you going to handle them?"

Ivy Summers didn’t blink, her eyes filled with hatred.

Damien Lancaster, "The engagement party goes on, that day will be her death anniversary."

"Will you keep your word?"

"I’ll keep my word."

Ivy Summers nodded, closed her eyes, and collapsed weakly.

"Ivy!" Damien Lancaster embraced her tightly, his expression frantic, "Ivy?"

Damien Lancaster picked up Ivy Summers with force and left the morgue.

...

Old Master Lancaster’s funeral was three days later.

Many people came to mourn, everyone dressed in black, a white flower pinned on their chest, the atmosphere oppressive and heavy.

Ivy Summers was stopped outside, not allowed to enter and pay her respects.

Gregory Lancaster said she was a sinner and had no right.

Rachel Shaw strutted past Ivy Summers, turned back, "Ivy Summers, shouldn’t you be at the police station? How did you get out? Can suspects come out so easily?"

Ivy Summers raised her eyelids, her voice eerie, "Aren’t you afraid?"

"Afraid? Afraid of what?"

Ivy Summers stepped forward, staring into Rachel Shaw’s eyes, "After doing so many bad things, Rachel Shaw, aren’t you afraid the people you’ve harmed will come seeking revenge in your nightmares?"

Rachel Shaw fearlessly stared back at Ivy Summers, "What do I have to fear? I’m a lucky star, the Lancaster Family believes in me. Unlike you, a jinx, only bringing harm."

Rachel Shaw finished speaking and was about to walk in when Zachary Lancaster strode out, stopping in front of Ivy Summers, "My brother asked me to come get you, come in with me."

Zachary Lancaster seemed to have grown overnight, unlike his previous frivolous self.

Rachel Shaw was ignored, just about to take a step when Zachary Lancaster blocked her, "My brother said the Shaw Family cannot enter, they’re an eyesore."

"I... but Uncle Lancaster invited me."

Zachary Lancaster sneered, "Don’t you know? Lancaster Family listens to my brother now."

Zachary Lancaster escorted Ivy Summers inside.

Leaving Rachel Shaw standing there, somewhat disheveled and flustered.

Why wouldn’t Damien Lancaster let her in?

Could it be he discovered something?

Impossible.

Rachel Shaw didn’t believe it, she was sure she left no flaws.

...

Ivy Summers stood among the crowd, looking at Old Master Lancaster’s tombstone, the photo on the tombstone showing a kind smile.

Sunlight cascaded down, Ivy Summers lifted her head, savoring the warm sun.

That day, Grandpa wanted to bask in the sun, but it was gloomy.

Today, Grandpa must have seen the sun.

Everyone left, Ivy Summers and Damien Lancaster still stood in front of the tombstone, standing there for a very long time, neither speaking, as if they wanted to spend one last moment with the Old Master.

...

The Old Master passed, and the Shaw Family was more anxious than the Lancasters, afraid it would delay the engagement of Damien Lancaster and Rachel Shaw.

A week later, three from the Shaw Family stood at the gates of Lancaster Manor, wanting to enter, but Damien Lancaster had ordered they were not allowed in.

The Lancaster Family was still immersed in grief, even the servants had solemn expressions.

It was Seraphina Kennedy who let them in.

The mansion’s living room was empty, once filled with the Old Master, creating a sense of home, now everyone at school or work, leaving only Seraphina Kennedy at home.

"Speak, why are you here?"

Penelope Page sat beside Seraphina Kennedy, patting her hand in comfort, "Seraphina, condolences, the Old Master was old and ill, alas..."

"Get to your point." Seraphina Kennedy was in no mood to listen to this.

Penelope Page exchanged a glance with Phillip Shaw, then said, "Seraphina, we’re here to inquire about the engagement, the Old Master just passed, will the engagement party proceed?"

Seraphina Kennedy frowned, glancing at them.

Penelope Page hurriedly waved her hand, "We mean no offense, we know the Lancaster Family has experienced a significant event, and holding an engagement party might not be appropriate, but everything has been booked, and it’s time to send invitations. Whether to proceed or postpone, a decision should be made."

Seraphina Kennedy saw through their intentions from the start.

They were afraid Old Master’s death would delay Rachel Shaw’s marriage.

She discussed with Gregory Lancaster, initially planning to postpone, but Damien Lancaster himself decided against it.

Seraphina Kennedy withdrew her hand from Penelope Page, "Rest assured, the engagement date remains as planned, November 1st, no postponement."

"Really? That’s wonderful."

Seraphina Kennedy frowned, casting a harsh look.

Penelope Page immediately wiped the smile off her face.

Seraphina Kennedy, "I discussed with Gregory about postponing, but it was Damien who decided otherwise."

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Rachel Shaw’s expression lit up with delight.