3: Chapter 3: Passing By 3: Chapter 3: Passing By Leon Peterson anxiously confird, “Ah ah ah, boss!
Am I finally going to leave this godforsaken place?”
“Brother, brother, is mom finally taking back ho?” Emmy was initially excited but soon looked troubled, as if realizing sothing, “Mom, will we co back after returning to the country?”
Fatty, with his short legs, jumped up, wagging his finger like a little adult, “Emmy, we’re definitely not coming back.
Here, mom is like an emotionless being.
Rember last ti when the foreign guy pursued mom and got dissed until his face turned red?
Maybe when we go back ho, mom can find us a stepdad, and then we’ll have so fun.”
The whole room burst into laughter at Fatty’s antics.
Ivy River felt speechless; even such trivial matters were brought up.
“Fatty, you big mouth, stop spreading rumors!
Mom is very loyal.
On the day your dad died, mom never even considered remarrying!”
Yes, when they were kids, Fatty had asked about their dad.
In her heart, Edwin Blake was already no different from a dead person.
So, what the kids knew was a dad who died early, a hardworking mom, and a suffering Grandpa Woods.
Lucas Woods, knowing Emmy’s suspicious nature, added, “Emmy, don’t overthink.
We’re going back this ti and won’t return here.
When we’re ho, Grandpa will teach you about Chinese herbal dicine, okay?”
Emmy nodded, the baby fat on her face adorably evident.
Upon closer inspection, a mischievous smile was vaguely visible on Fatty’s face.
In the evening, Ivy River arranged everything and sent Leon Peterson a ssage:
Spread the news on the Dark Web, saying Ayla is open to dostic orders, highest bidder wins.
A few days later, the plane landed.
As soon as Ivy River stepped into the garage with the kids, Fatty began to act up, “Mom, I want to visit Grandma Zane!”
“I’ll take you to visit her in a few days, alright?”
As soon as she finished speaking, a commotion erupted nearby.
“Oh my god, this little boy is so cute.
Is he a child star?
So handso…”
“Can’t resist wanting to touch him.”
Fatty looked really dashing today.
His extraordinary appearance caught everyone’s attention; in simple-colored short sleeves and cropped pants, paired with little leather shoes, just a slight flirt could dazzle a bunch of sisters.
“Pretty sisters, am I not charming?”
Just as Fatty’s childish voice faded, Ivy River’s palm landed on his backside, “Vincent River, have you forgotten everything I told you?”
Ow—
Fatty finally cald down, softly replying, “Oh.”
Ever vivacious, he was quite assertive when it ca to important matters, often charming girl after girl utterly.
“Hello sisters, you can’t use phones to film my brother and .
We don’t want to enter the entertainnt industry.”
Suddenly, from behind the sisters ca a tender voice.
Looking down, there was actually a little girl.
She wore a simple dress, casually paired with a jacket, her big, lively eyes blinking, exuding the charm of a wealthy family’s lady.
Everyone recognized stature at a glance, realizing her distinguished background.
Despite wanting to take photos and upload them online, no one dared to, knowing they couldn’t afford the offense.
“Isla, don’t worry.
I’m already trying to get in touch with Ayla.
Heard she’s taking dostic asures recently.”
Just as Ivy River was about to say sothing, a familiar voice reached her ears, and she looked up sharply.
Her heart constricted tightly.
After five years, she was still so sensitive to his voice.
The man was dressed in a suit, sunglasses hiding most of his face, yet unable to cover the handso outline.
He was Edwin Blake…
Ivy River’s red lips pressed tightly together, emotions fluctuating montarily, but she quickly regained her composure.
This was sothing she never expected, encountering him on her first day back.
“Edwin, can I really stay alive?
I’ve burdened you for five years…”
The woman spoke softly, tugging at Edwin Blake’s heart, “Don’t worry, even if it costs everything, I’ll cure your illness.”
Ivy River glanced up, seeing the fair and gentle face of a first love.
So naive, unaware of worldly matters.
It was Isla Sutton, Edwin Blake’s First Love.
Want to contact Ayla for an order?
Heh.
“Ivy, we must hurry.
It’s getting late, and we still have to pack at ho.”
Lucas Woods’ voice disrupted Ivy River’s thoughts.
She snapped back to reality, right, they needed to leave quickly.
Fatty and Edwin Blake were just like two peas in a pod; eting would instantly reveal the truth.
With that thought, Ivy River grabbed her kids and led them out, not saying a word along the way.
anwhile, Edwin Blake wiped Isla Sutton’s tears, inadvertently noticing Ivy River’s hasty departure.
Was that familiar figure really what he thought?
Was he hallucinating?
He imdiately wanted to stride forward, but Isla Sutton pitifully tugged on his sleeve, “Edwin, where are you going?”
“Ho.”
Edwin Blake’s voice was low, as he long-leggedly headed in the direction Ivy River had left, eyes scanning around.
When he confird that person was lost, Edwin Blake turned towards the airport doors.
Watching him survey his surroundings, Isla Sutton got into the car, puzzled, “Edwin, what were you looking for?
Aren’t you happy I ca to take you ho?”
“Just a bit tired from the flight.
Need to go back to the company and work overti later.
I’ll close my eyes briefly.”
Edwin Blake said and closed his eyes, yet his thoughts had long wandered afar.
A strong hunch told him that woman was indeed Ivy River; he would never mistake her.
Why return when she had left so resolutely back then!
If it truly was Ivy River, then she must pay the price!
Revenge!
Only when taken slowly would it be satisfying.
Watching him in such a state, Isla Sutton had nurous questions but ultimately didn’t voice them, turning her gaze to the window, unclear of what she was thinking.
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