Chapter 2133
“Don’t tailgate too closely, just keep a tight follow on the car ahead,”
Ivy mumbled to herself as she sat in her nondescript sedan, her gaze fixed on the police station that Giselle had just
sauntered
into.
Initially, Ivy had doubted herself, wondering if the toughs from the other day had rattled her nerves enough to
make her jumpy at shadows.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMaybe Giselle just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
But all those suspicions evaporated the moment Ivy saw Giselle turn into the same precinct she’d visited yesterday.
What on earth did Giselle need at the police station that she was so hell-bent on going there? That woman was
indeed scheming something fierce.
And when did she cozy up to Clara?
That simpleton Clara could be swayed with a few smooth words to turn against her own flesh and blood.
Ivy sat in her car, quietly piecing her thoughts together. She had mentioned going to the bookstore yesterday.
Other than Balfour, only the crew knew about it.
She couldn’t fathom how those thugs managed to be in just the right place at the right time on her route back from
the bookstore. She couldn’t believe there was no involvement from someone in the crew.
Who leaked her movements?
Now, the answer seemed painfully obvious-it had to be Giselle.
The idle probing words she had tossed out this morning had turned out to be true. It seemed Giselle had been
coveting the role Ivy was playing all along.
Ivy kept her eyes on the police station. Now that she knew Giselle had instigated Clara to act against her, she was
determined to seek justice for herself.
The revelation that Clara was the one who had harmed her hit Ivy particularly hard. They’d never been close. Clara
clearly despised her, and the feeling was mutual. But Ivy had never imagined Clara would be so ruthless as to land
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsuch a blow-hiring thugs to tarnish her reputation, to ruin her life!
The irony and sorrow churned inside Ivy. She had naively hoped that Clara might show a little sisterly affection
towards her. But Clara was heartless, emboldened by the blatant favoritism of their mother Tessa, who had always
indulged Clara’s bullying.
Had their mother not been so biased, Ivy might not suffer so much. And Clara wouldn’t have grown up so spoiled,
thinking everything Ivy had should be hers.
Tessa also seemed to believe that since Ivy wasn’t a son, Ivy owed her a lifetime of servitude, that Ivy deserved to
suffer for displeasing Clara.
Why should that be?
If she could, Ivy wished she had never been born Tessa’s child, even if that meant she’d never existed at all.