Ginny’s eyes were slightly red as he tightly hugged Cody and comforted him, "No, daddy will definitely be okay."
Though a couple of days ago they had visited Sebastian Blackwood in the hospital with Old Madam Blackwood, the man lay on the hospital bed, his lips pale, showing no signs of life.
But he still believed that daddy would be okay!
In a daze, Cody asked, "Brother, everyone says it was mommy who hard daddy. Is that true?"
He didn’t believe it, but everyone said so, and he couldn’t see mommy, which made him really scared.
Cody’s little face wrinkled up in grievance.
Ginny continued to comfort him, "Impossible, even though mommy and daddy always fight, mommy loves daddy very much, and daddy loves mommy. They wouldn’t harm each other."
There must be so bad person spreading such ssages intentionally.
They had grown up and shouldn’t believe the words of bad people; they must have faith in daddy and mommy.
...
In the prison.
Ivy Kensington had undergone several days of interrogation by Frank Spence, and over ti, she visibly withered, her gaze unfocused, unable even to maintain eye contact for long.
She was locked up in a room with several female prisoners.
For several days, no one dared to speak to her!
Because she was accused of murder, a cri others wouldn’t dare to provoke!
Plus, there was that long scar on her face and various injuries on her body, making her look terrifying...
Ivy didn’t care either; after each interrogation, she would sit numbly in a corner, staring blankly at the window.
At that spot, only at noon when the sun was at its best, would light co through; most other tis, it was mostly dim.
"Sebastian Blackwood..."
She murmured lowly, tracing lightly on the ground with her fingers.
"Click—"
At that mont, the prison door was pushed open, and Frank Spence walked to the entrance with a complicated expression: "Number 005876, co out."
This number referred precisely to Ivy Kensington.
Ivy turned her head numbly, knowing it was ti for her routine daily interrogation again.
She got up and followed Frank Spence step by step towards the outside.
Yet this ti, she was not taken to the interrogation room.
But to the visitation room.
"Ten minutes."
A police officer knocked on the chair with a baton, warning in a stern tone.
Ivy obediently sat down, looking across the glass window to see Sharon Langley sitting opposite.
"Ivy!"
In the phone’s voice, Sharon Langley’s words were sowhat choked.
Ivy’s numbed state finally stirred a bit; she tugged at the corner of her mouth towards Sharon Langley, "Sharon, how could you co to see ?"
She knew she wasn’t allowed to have visitors.
Sharon Langley said, "Let’s not talk about that first. How are you doing in there? Why haven’t they let you out yet? You couldn’t possibly kill Master Blackwood, I believe that!"
Ivy’s eyes dimd for two seconds; she didn’t answer Sharon’s question but instead asked an unrelated thing.
"Has my brother woken up?"
Leo Sherman?
Sharon Langley was stunned for a mont, then quickly replied, "No, the doctor says there’s been no improvent in his condition. He still needs to stay in the hospital. Leo’s father isn’t in good health, and he’s fallen sick recently too. Now it’s his mother taking care of both of them."
Hearing this, Ivy tightly clenched her palms.
Lately, she had been asking herself if what she was doing was really right.
Hearing these, she wasn’t regretful anymore.
Leo Sherman beca a vegetative state because of her at that ti, and she couldn’t bear to see him lying in the hospital, nor could she let the mother who raised him be sent to jail; that would be too cruel!
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