Chloe Wilder was feeling down: "Actually, there’s sothing I want to talk to you about.
But I’ve been hesitant about whether or not to tell you."
"Just say it, why not." Ivy Miller crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"Well, have you heard any rumors about your uncle recently?"
Ivy Miller laughed: "Oh, it’s about that, I’ve heard. The won in the neighborhood gossip about it every day. I know."
"Wow, how are you so calm."
"How can I not be calm? Being anxious doesn’t help in this matter."
"What I an is, you should ask your uncle clearly about it.
What’s going on exactly? Why was he taking a woman to his office during the day?
For half an hour, a lot could potentially happen, you know."
Hearing Chloe say this, Ivy couldn’t help but laugh: "My uncle is competent; he can’t finish anything in half an hour, I’m quite sure."
"Listen to you, woman, your mind is so dirty."
Ivy chuckled: "Fine, let it be dirty. But why did you, with a clean mind, get what I ant right away?"
Chloe got anxious: "Look at you, I’m trying to talk seriously, and you keep leading astray."
"I’m not leading you astray; I just don’t do serious chats.
Talking to you feels more comfortable this way."
"Have you talked to your uncle about it?"
"Yes, actually Isla Linton regained her mory and just ca to ask for help from my uncle."
"Isla Linton?" Chloe was surprised: "That woman regained her mory and is back?"
"No, she said she won’t destroy my marriage with my uncle."
"Do you believe her?" Chloe kept shaking her head: "I don’t believe her. She was crazily in love with your uncle in the past and only married soone else because she lost her mory.
Do you think she could really forget about your uncle completely?
Ivy, listen to , you must be extrely cautious with this woman.
Unlike that woman who couldn’t have children, you’re married to your uncle now, and you even have kids.
You can’t easily give up on your marriage.
Honestly, ever since you married your uncle, you’ve beco more humane.
I truly hope you can always be happy."
"Chloe, don’t talk about Isla Linton like that, and don’t use the phrase ’can’t have kids’ again.
Honestly, with how guilty my uncle feels towards Isla, even if she asked him to leave with her one day, he probably would.
But it’s clear Isla isn’t here to ruin our marriage.
I trust my uncle, and I trust her judgnt as soone he loved in the past.
I think... they wouldn’t hurt that way."
Chloe frowned, "Sorry, it seems I got a bit carried away."
Ivy laughed: "You weren’t doing it on purpose, you were just worrying about , I understand."
"Ivy, you really need to have a proper talk with your uncle.
This concerns your marital happiness, you can’t be careless.
I’ll always be on your side, no matter what."
Ivy nodded, feeling that having such a friend was truly worthwhile.
"By the way, has Isla Linton been in contact with your uncle recently?
I think you should keep an eye out a bit.
After all, she was soone your uncle loved, don’t you think?"
Ivy looked up ahead, where a tall, elegantly charismatic man in business attire was walking toward her.
She looked around; she was the only person in the entire pavilion.
The man also seed to have his eyes on her.
She turned her head slightly to look at the aunt and the kids playing happily nearby.
The man was already walking into the pavilion, and Ivy looked up again, while Chloe’s chatter continued over the phone.
"Excuse , are you Ms. Ivy Miller?"
Ivy nodded.
"Hello, I’m Jas Yinley, Isla Linton’s husband. Could we talk?"
Isla Linton’s husband? Wow, this man had such an impressive aura.
He truly seed out of place in this setting.
So people are just ant to shine brightly in luxurious settings.
Ivy blinked and imdiately said to the phone, "Chloe, I’ll call you back later, there’s sothing here."
She ended the call, stood up, and looked at him, "Mr. Yinley, what would you like to talk about?"
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