Old Master Lancaster called the old butler in.
The old butler handed a docunt to Ivy Sumrs, and the old master said, "Take these three out for a while, I have sothing to say to Ivy alone."
The old butler took the three kids outside to play, leaving only Ivy Sumrs and the old master in the ward.
Seeing the old butler walk out of Old Master Lancaster’s ward with the three children, Rachel Shaw, who was also at the hospital, approached the old master’s ward with a cold face and quietly pushed open a crack in the door.
"Ivy, take a look at this docunt."
Ivy Sumrs glanced down; it was a share transfer docunt for fifteen percent of Lancaster Group’s shares.
It was the sa as the first ti the old master gave her at the old house.
Only that ti it was with a hint of probing, and Ivy didn’t agree.
Last ti was a test, so what is it this ti?
Ivy Sumrs very well understood what fifteen percent of Lancaster Group’s shares ant; it ant she could walk freely in Aethelgard and wouldn’t need to work for the rest of her life, even in her next life, or the one after.
"Grandpa?"
"Ivy, these shares are sothing I intended for you from the beginning. Grandpa feels guilty towards you, and hopes these can compensate for so of the harm Damien caused you."
"Grandpa, actually when I divorced Damien Lancaster, he gave quite a bit of money. It’s already enough."
Money, a villa, luxury cars, a shop in the city center.
Adding to what Gregory Lancaster had given before.
Billions.
The Lancaster Family really doesn’t shortchange people when it cos to money.
"These are from Grandpa, it’s different. Grandpa also wants you to agree to do sothing for him."
"You can say."
"Grandpa hopes you to leave the three children to be raised by the Lancaster Family."
Ivy Sumrs felt a jolt in her heart.
"Ivy, I know you can’t be separated from the children, but you are still young. You will marry again and Lancaster’s children cannot be left outside, and can’t have a different last na.
If the three children are raised by the Lancaster Family, you can visit them anyti, anywhere. Grandpa can assure you, that Rachel Shaw will not marry into the Lancaster Family, and she won’t be a threat to your children. You can rest assured..."
Ivy Sumrs clenched her fists.
Grandpa wanted her to give up custody of the three children to the Lancaster Family completely.
The children would also have to change their last na to Lancaster in the future.
Was she to lose her three children?
Seeing Ivy Sumrs not speaking, the old master sighed, "Ivy, I’m thinking of you too. If you don’t agree, the conflict between you and the Lancaster Family will continue. I fear when Grandpa is no longer here, the ones who get hurt will still be you and the children. So Grandpa wants to resolve this issue before leaving."
The silence lasted a long ti.
Ivy Sumrs knew very well that she couldn’t bear to part with the children and laid the share transfer docunt aside.
"Grandpa, this matter... I can’t agree with you on this at the mont. I need ti to think about it..."
The old master had a couple of heavy coughs, "Alright, whether you agree or not, you should take this share certificate with you. It was prepared specially by Grandpa for you, rest assured, shares are shares, children are children."
Ivy Sumrs pursed her lips and after a while, reached out to take it.
When Ivy Sumrs walked out of the old master’s ward, her face didn’t look good.
Rachel Shaw, who had been hiding in the adjacent ward, walked out, gritting her teeth.
The Lancasters are truly ruthless.
Yesterday’s abduction, Damien Lancaster chose to abandon her, to save Ivy Sumrs.
Today, the old master gave Ivy Sumrs the shares, and also assured her that she won’t let Rachel marry into the Lancaster Family.
What did all the suffering she endured count for?
Did it an she was despicable?
If the Lancaster Family had no compassion for her, they shouldn’t bla her for being unruly.
She must secure the position of Young Madam Lancaster.
Ivy Sumrs slowly walked back to her room.
...
Over on Ella Morgan’s side.
Seeing Ella Morgan co out, Timothy Walsh, who had been waiting for her outside, asked, "All packed up?"
Ella Morgan kept her head down. She had just cried and didn’t want him to see her traces of vulnerability.
"Ella Morgan, cat got your tongue?"
Ella spoke softly, "I’m not going back to Yrador anymore!"
"What did you say? I didn’t hear clearly, speak up."
Timothy Walsh scrutinized her, exuding a strong sense of oppression.
Did he really not hear clearly?
No, he didn’t.
It was more like saying: have the guts to look into my eyes, and say it louder, once more.
He was sure Ella Morgan didn’t have the courage to say it a second ti.
Because he knew Ella loved him, and feared him, she was willing to sacrifice for him, she had sacrificed many years, and this ti was no different.
"I said, I will never return to Yrador again!" Ella raised her head this ti, staring straight at him, clearly telling him, I will no longer accept your arrangents.
Timothy Walsh didn’t expect the usually obedient Ella to dare resist him.
"Why? Give a reason."
"I don’t want to, I won’t, I refuse to accept your arrangents anymore, Timothy Walsh, the gratitude for the Walsh Family’s upbringing, I repaid long ago, I owe you nothing anymore."
Timothy Walsh frowned, his emotionless gaze through his fraless glasses fell upon her, making one’s entire body feel icy cold.
"Ella Morgan, are you still angry at Lynn Sullivan?"
Ella Morgan didn’t say a word.
"It was my idea to fall in love with her and plan to marry her. You don’t need to vent your anger on her. Besides, it’s only natural that I like her. The year I beca a vegetable, what were you doing? You ran faster than anyone else. You were my fiancée, yet even the doctors said you barely visited the hospital, while it was Lynn Sullivan who took care of day and night. So what are you aggrieved about my liking her?"
Ella Morgan initially had no intention of arguing, but when he said this, the breath she had been holding onto burst out completely.
"What was I doing? I was fucking dealing with the company’s ss for you, entertaining your clients day and night, flying all over the world until my ears rang on the plane. I drank until I vomited blood and ended up in the ergency room. I was accompanying your picky parents to doctor’s appointnts, feeding your mom dicine by the bedside."
Ella laughed out loud, "What was I doing? Running? Hah."
"Would the mighty President Walsh exist today if I had run away? Would he? Huh?"
Timothy Walsh furrowed his brow so tightly he could kill a mosquito, and Ella Morgan only felt exhilarated by voicing her thoughts.
"Lynn Sullivan took care of you for a year, and you’re eternally grateful, deeply in love with her? That was because I paid her twenty thousand a month. Without the money, ask her if she would have served you for a year? Would she?"
"Pa!"
A slap landed solidly on Ella Morgan’s face.
She only felt a "buzz" in her ears, as if all sounds had drifted far away.
Her face hurt.
Her heart hurt too.
It hurt so much.
It hurt so much she didn’t dare to breathe deeply.
Touching her burning cheek, Ella turned her face to look at him.
Even if he hit her, she would still say everything she wanted to say.
"What, are you angry? You don’t like hearing the truth, President Walsh, do you?"
"Ella Morgan, after a few years abroad, you’ve grown quite bold."
"Thanks for the complint, but I haven’t even said the worst yet. Would you like to hear it, President Walsh?"
"Try saying one more word!"
"Timothy!" a gentle voice chid in.
A woman dressed in an expensive seasonal haute couture outfit, wearing heels costing tens of thousands, ca running over, grabbing Timothy Walsh’s arm, her face filled with worry.
"Timothy, did you get angry at Ella again? Ella is still young; you should be more tolerant of her."
The woman was Lynn Sullivan.
Three years older than Timothy, six years older than her.
Curvaceous, at thirty-three, she had the charm of a mature woman with a face well-maintained, looking no more than twenty-five or twenty-six.
She was a gentle and kind woman, for example right now, "Ella, what happened to your face? Did Timothy hit you? Timothy, how could you do that? Is it because of that you two are arguing again? I’m just an ordinary person; what’s there to fight about? If Ella really doesn’t like , I’ll just leave."
In Ella Morgan’s eyes, her gentleness and kindness could be sumd up in one word: fake!
She was really damn good at pretending.
Back then, she also gained her sympathy this way, leading her to choose her among a crowd of more professional and mature caregivers, ultimately inviting the wolf into her ho.
All the haute couture on her, the heels she wore, were all given by Timothy Walsh, while the one making money for Timothy was her: Ella Morgan!
"Fine, then leave! Every ti you say you’ll leave, when have you ever left? Lynn Sullivan, is it fun?"
Awkward, Lynn Sullivan’s face didn’t look too good from Ella Morgan’s words, muttered a "fine," and turned to walk away.
But Timothy Walsh pulled her back and embraced her, "Why are you leaving?"
Lynn’s eyes reddened, "I know Ella doesn’t like ; I can go. Can you two stop fighting over , please?"
Lynn struggled to leave Timothy’s embrace but was held even tighter.
Timothy’s voice was gentle, "Don’t be upset. If she doesn’t like you, it’s her who should go. I’ll send her back abroad. Don’t let her make you unhappy."
Even though her heart had been hurt countless tis over the past five years, Ella Morgan’s heart still ached at those words.
Ella scoffed coldly, "I already said I won’t return to Yrador. I’ve quit."
"Quit? I’m the president. Without my permission, who allowed you to quit?"
Ella looked at the man she once loved dearly, disappointnt washing over her again, "So what do you want? Do you want to stay abroad all my life?"
"If you want to quit, first present a hefty breach of contract penalty."
Indeed, in the past for Lynn’s protection, he made her sign an agreent.
Back then, Ella trusted him too much and didn’t realize it was a sell-out contract. It stated that if she quit and returned ho, it would be a breach, and she needed to repay three tis the earnings she made at the company during those years.
Ella had been managing an entire branch, with an annual salary in the millions. Calculating over five years, multiplied by three; it’s astronomical.
"Timothy Walsh, do you really have to be so ruthless?"
"Ella Morgan, you were the one who did wrong in the first place."
Back then, to drive Lynn away, Ella pushed her down the stairs, leading to her staying in the ICU for days.
But in reality, she didn’t push Lynn; Lynn fell on her own.
Timothy held a grudge against her for this, coaxed her into signing that agreent, and sent her abroad.
Ella was trembling with anger.
"Can’t pay up? Then obediently get back abroad and stay there, don’t show up again..."
"How much?" a cold voice rang out.
Ella turned back to see Ivy Sumrs walking over.
Still in her hospital gown, Ivy Sumrs’ aura was not weak at all.
"Ivy?"
Walking up to Ella, Ivy set her eyes squarely on Timothy Walsh, "How much?"
Thinking back, this man used to be so gentle and patient with Ella Morgan.
Unexpectedly, in just a year, he’d fall for another woman, and for her, trap Ella abroad.
Timothy said, "Ivy Sumrs, this is our business."
"I’m asking you, how much?" Ivy’s voice was icy, seeing through the man’s cold indifference, her coldness carrying determination.
"Five years, calculating at Ten Million a year, three tis that is One Hundred Fifty Million. I’ll pay the amount for her. Will you let her go free?"
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