Henry Sullivan chuckled softly, gently tousling her hair, "Don’t compare like this."
"No," she reached out to hold his hand, stopping his affectionate gesture.
"I’m serious, I’m not joking with you. Tell , is it her or ?"
Henry Sullivan frowned as he looked at her.
Ivy Miller watched her reaction, smiled helplessly, and released his hand: "I thought you would choose .
Even if you were lying to , it wouldn’t matter, but you’re still honest as ever.
No matter how many tis you ask about Isla Linton, I’ll always be the one who gets hurt."
"I would choose you."
"Don’t you think you’re saying this too late now?" Ivy Miller spread her hands, looking at him, "Why didn’t you answer just now?
Do you know what I want? It’s your attitude.
Your attitude is what hurts the most.
I am your wife. Even if you once loved another woman, can’t you show your wife the minimum respect when facing such questions?
The person who shares your bed is , the one who bears and raises your children is also .
Is this question really that hard to answer?"
"I said it’s you."
"But you chose after hesitating for almost three minutes and after hearing say so many things, didn’t you?"
"Ivy, let’s not lose our minds just because Isla returned to Anchester.
I admit, I answered a bit slowly.
But I’m always like this. I won’t lie to you, and I’ll be very careful in that regard when answering your question.
Your ’what-if’ makes feel uneasy.
I’ve said it many tis, my guilt towards Isla is greater.
I clearly know what kind of life I’m supposed to have.
Being with you, I’m genuinely happy, it’s not just words.
So, no matter how many ’what-ifs’ you have, I will eventually choose you.
This is not being perfunctory, and it’s not deceiving you, it’s my honest words.
Can we have fewer such ’what-ifs’ in the future?
I don’t want to argue with you over things like this again."
Upon hearing this, Ivy Miller sat back down on the sofa.
Ivy didn’t know what happened between her parents and was happily dancing around.
Ivy Miller pressed her lips together, calming down, realizing she’d exaggerated a bit.
Isla Linton is just one person; she can’t ascend to heaven.
Henry Sullivan is her husband now, and she has the duty to hold him firmly and not let other won take him away.
Ivy Miller glanced at him sideways, "I’m hungry."
Henry Sullivan couldn’t help but smile and lifted his hand to tousle her hair, "I’ll see if Auntie has finished cooking."
He got up and went to the kitchen, while Ivy Miller held Ivy tightly in her arms.
Great, another day of tangled thoughts.
Even though if Uncle hadn’t told her this, she would definitely feel he’s deceived her.
But now that Uncle has told her, she still can’t calm down.
Because... she likes overthinking.
That Isla Linton too, she’s fine in another place, why co here?
After eating, Henry Sullivan accompanied Ivy Miller and Ivy for a nap.
Watching Ivy sleep soundly, Henry Sullivan looked at Ivy Miller, who was wide awake beside him.
"Still thinking about that matter?"
Ivy Miller nodded, "I can’t calm down. Uncle, do you think I’m being too emotional?"
"It’s not you being emotional, it’s not giving you enough sense of security.
I understand your concerns, Ivy, this matter was also sothing I didn’t thoroughly consider.
But if I hadn’t told you, it would feel like there’s a heavy stone pressing on my heart.
There shouldn’t be secrets between a couple."
Ivy Miller nodded, "That’s right, there shouldn’t be secrets between a couple, and I don’t like you lying to .
Uncle, I understand what you an.
Your candidness in telling this shows that you have a clear conscience.
I shouldn’t be overthinking. It’s now 1:40, you should hurry to work.
Don’t worry, I’ll rest right after this, I won’t make myself worry anymore."
"Are you serious? You won’t start crying secretly after I leave?
Or pack up your bags and leave with the child right after I go?"
Ivy Miller curled her lip, "I’m not that incompetent."
Henry Sullivan got up to tousle her hair again, "I’ll cook sothing tasty for you when I get back."
"Mm," Ivy Miller nodded.
After he left, Ivy Miller pouted. Alright, if you say it doesn’t matter, then don’t let it matter.
You’re not a three-year-old whose only reaction to stolen toys is to cry.
You’re over twenty years old and a mother.
If sothing precious is taken, there’s only one solution: Stay put and take it back.
Dare to take anything that belongs to ? You must have a death wish.
Thinking so made her feel instantly better.
Yes, that’s the real Ivy Miller.
For half a month, Henry Sullivan ca ho every day as if nothing had happened, going to work with a serious deanor.
Ivy Miller stayed by his side as usual.
The matter of Isla Linton seed to have been erased from both of their mories.
Only one day, after nursing Ivy, Ivy casually asked, "I haven’t heard anything about Isla Linton lately.
Since last ti, haven’t you checked up on her?"
"No, why look into it? We’re living just fine and can’t manage other people’s affairs.
I thought about it carefully that day, maybe she passed through Anchester for so reason and Roman Hughes happened to see her.
Possibly she’s already left long ago.
Besides... Roman hasn’t seen Isla for many years, he might have mistaken soone else."
Ivy furrowed her brows, "I don’t think so."
"Anything is possible."
Ivy laughed lightly, "That’s fine too, if she cos to find you, you can sort out the past, I welco it. If she doesn’t, even better."
That night, Henry held her tightly in his arms, and the two slept peacefully without disturbance.
In the blink of an eye, another half month passed. Ivy was seven months old, and Ivy Miller took advantage of Henry being at work to have Chloe Wilder accompany her to take art photos with Ivy.
They brought up the matter of Isla Linton, and Chloe cursed her fiercely.
"Soone who’s lost their mory, what are you worried about?
If she really regained her mory, would she stay this long without seeing your uncle?
You... oh my god, you really lack willpower.
You exposed yourself in front of your uncle."
"Exposed? Exposed what?" Ivy looked at her puzzled.
"You idiot, you’ve fallen in love with your uncle, didn’t you know?"
Ivy laughed out of boredom, "Nonsense, I’m telling you, Chloe, you can’t joke about this.
Who am I? I’m Ivy Miller, I quit love a long ti ago.
Being with my uncle, it’s just for comfort, really.
Honestly... I do like my uncle a bit, but calling it love is exaggerated."
"Let ask you, if your uncle gets attracted away by Isla Linton right now, would you be upset?"
"No, I would just grab my child and leave." Ivy looked at her smugly, "Modern won aren’t that spineless."
"Oh co on," Chloe sighed helplessly, "Sister, I have only one request, can we not be stubborn?"
"I’m not being stubborn, look at you, how can you look down on people.
That’s really how I feel.
Before being with my uncle, I hadn’t known about his past.
Since finding out, I’ve been prepared to give way at any ti."
"Why should you," Chloe gave her a pointed look.
"Why should I what?"
"Why should you give way? Was it you who made Isla Linton have an abortion? Was it you who made her leave?
Things that have nothing to do with you, why should you bear the consequences?
Oh, are you so kind of saint? Ivy Miller, don’t be stupid.
I’m telling you, make sure you hold onto your position as Mrs. Sullivan.
Don’t think that giving way is good for the three of you.
What you should be considering now isn’t the issue between Henry and Isla Linton.
You should be thinking about you and Ivy.
If you give way, Ivy will have no dad from now on.
If you and your uncle split due to emotional discord, really, I’d have nothing to say.
But you have feelings for him right now, if you let go like this, you’ll see, it will surely be a painful ordeal."
Ivy couldn’t help but laugh at her serious expression, "Chloe, don’t say that. Sotis you can be quite impressive."
Chloe was speechless, "I’m not joking with you, I’m being sincere, really, you should listen to on this matter.
Marriage is your own, and the child is one you risked your life for, only the husband can freely walk away from this marriage.
You should hold onto him. He might not have lasting feelings for Isla Linton, but more of a sense of guilt."
Ivy thought about it, her uncle had also said that he felt more guilty toward Isla Linton.
Suddenly, Chloe’s words made her start to face this issue. Marriage is hers, the child is hers, and her husband is hers even more.
Protecting... though it sounds exaggerated, she needs to do it well.
But wait a minute, isn’t it a bit of groundless worry to think about this problem right now?
Isla Linton hasn’t even done anything to her marriage yet, has she?
She smiled wryly, this matter shouldn’t have been ntioned to Chloe.
Look, once it was brought up, it stirred up all her fighting spirit.
But the imagined enemy hasn’t even erged to disturb her, she shook her head, and decided not to think about it anymore.
Henry Sullivan called Ivy as he was on his way ho for lunch.
Ivy said she was taking Ivy for a photo shoot, and he looked at the ti, realizing they wouldn’t be back anyti soon.
After hanging up, he decided to go ho for lunch anyway.
Leaving the unit, he saw a woman standing at the end of the long alley connecting the barracks and the family quarters from a distance.
The woman was wearing a fur coat on top, loose pants, and black shoes on the bottom, standing there conspicuously.
Perhaps because... she held a place in his heart for so long, she caught his attention in particular.
The mont he saw her, he unconsciously stopped and gazed at her from afar.
Yes, it’s her.
Isla, you’ve finally co.
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