Ivy looked at her puzzled: "Isla, is there sothing that happened between you and my mother-in-law?"
Isla Linton looked at her calmly and pressed her lips together: "It’s all in the past, I don’t want to bring it up again.
Let’s just consider it a nightmare; I hope it passes soon.
Ivy, it’s getting late, let’s go back. Don’t you have to go back and take care of your child?"
"Okay," Ivy nodded, but she looked at Isla with concern once more.
Was she really alright? She was vaguely worried.
Isla didn’t have a car, so Ivy drove her back to the apartnt complex.
On the way, Isla kept silent, and Ivy glanced at her occasionally.
"You need to put a face mask on when you get back, your face is a bit red."
Isla smiled: "Alright, don’t worry about , I’m really fine.
What’s the deal with that girl nad Florence? Your mother-in-law seems to like her quite a bit."
"She’s my mother-in-law’s choice for a potential daughter-in-law.
She just got back from abroad and has really won my mother-in-law’s favor.
Otherwise, knowing my mother-in-law’s personality, she wouldn’t take that woman shopping.
You can tell from their closeness.
I’ve been married into the Sullivan family for so long, and I’ve never gone shopping with her.
Not to ntion shopping, even during casual als, she’d always make sarcastic remarks towards .
Thinking about how soone with my personality could put up with her for so long, I’m quite impressed with myself."
Isla gently patted her hand: "You’ve really been wronged. Count your blessings, at least your family’s circumstances are not bad, and you were personally chosen by your father-in-law.
If you hadn’t won over your father-in-law, then the Sullivan family would just be a place for you to feel aggrieved."
Ivy pouted: "How can there be such a materialistic woman? If my daughter gets married in the future, I will never let her marry into such a family."
"When Ivy grows up, it won’t be up to you.
No matter what, Henry is still good to you, and that’s great."
Ivy nodded repeatedly: "That’s true, but wouldn’t it be better if there were harmony between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"
"Well, that’s true, you better be careful of that Florence Wilder, she’s not simple."
"I can see that."
"She knows your mother-in-law likes her because she wants her as a daughter-in-law.
In this situation, if she can maintain such a good relationship with your mother-in-law, do you think she might have so intentions towards Henry?"
Ivy nodded, indeed, it made sense.
"For many girls, families like Henry’s are tempting.
In this era, who doesn’t want to marry soone with better conditions?
It’s not just the girls being realistic, it’s societal reality; people hope for better lives.
If you can’t et the one you truly love among millions.
Then rather than settling for a poor man, why not find a wealthy one, even if it ans being the third wheel?
That’s probably the mindset of many girls."
Ivy nodded: "Yes, that’s true, Isla, I want to remind you of this too.
With Jas’s good status, you have to be careful.
There must be no shortage of admirers around him."
"That’s right, there never is," Isla smiled: "When I was by his side before, I had seen it."
"And you just let him be like that, aren’t you afraid he’ll really run off with soone else?"
"What’s there to be afraid of, I almost wish he would find soone else.
That way... I wouldn’t feel so guilty.
I genuinely hope he does well and has a child to accompany him."
"You should only say that after you truly confirm you can’t have children.
We’ve talked about this many tis; you shouldn’t be so quick to despair now."
Isla frowned: "Hmm? Why did the topic shift back to again?"
Ivy was speechless: "Yes, it seems like we got sidetracked.
Don’t worry, I’ll be careful of Florence Wilder.
We’re about the sa age, and I don’t see that she’s any better than . I’m not afraid of her at all, rest assured, Isla."
"As long as Henry’s heart is with you, that girl is nothing to worry about.
I just want to indirectly remind you to be cautious of your mother-in-law."
"Alright."
"Also, don’t ntion to Henry that we ran into his mother today.
If he finds out, it will surely trouble him.
We just went out for shopping, not to cause him any trouble."
Ivy turned her head to look at her: "Isla, why do you live so burdensoly?
When you’re not happy, you should speak up."
"What if my unhappiness creates trouble for others? Then I’d rather process it myself.
It’s not sothing so shaful, so it doesn’t matter."
Ivy felt sowhat helpless, why endure grievance to be kind?
That’s sothing she could never learn.
After sending her back to the apartnt complex, Ivy then drove back to the base.
In the evening, when Henry Sullivan returned, Ivy was preoccupied.
Seeing her like that, Henry was naturally worried: "What’s wrong, you seem down."
Ivy looked at him hesitantly. Isla had told her not to ntion to Henry that they had encountered his mother.
She knew that Isla didn’t want Henry to be caught in a difficult position because of them.
However, Ivy felt she couldn’t keep the frustration to herself if she didn’t speak.
If it was a normal mother-in-law, Ivy’s patience would have long been recognized.
But apparently, this mother-in-law couldn’t be pleased; she only liked what she liked.
No matter how obedient and gentle she pretended to be, it was useless.
Since that’s the case... why should she pretend, this frustration Isla could swallow, but she couldn’t.
However, she wasn’t trying to cause trouble, she just felt that Henry should know.
Because it’s sothing his mother did.
"Henry, I have sothing very serious to discuss with you."
Henry Sullivan smiled: "Your expression is quite serious too; it seems really serious. Co, tell what’s going on."
"Can you persuade your mom not to hurt Isla anymore?
She’s really making feel she’s too malicious.
Isla has nothing to do with you or the Sullivan family anymore, so why bully her?"
Henry frowned: "What happened, how did my mom and Isla get involved with each other again?"
"Today when Isla and I were shopping, we ran into her with Florence."
Henry felt a sense of foreboding.
Ivy recounted the events of the afternoon, leaving Henry feeling a mix of guilt and sha.
"Henry, Isla and I both know this isn’t your fault.
But she’s your mother; I just watched her hit Isla and couldn’t say a word.
Do you understand that feeling? Even now, thinking about it makes angry."
Reviews
All reviews (0)