Meanwhile, Ivy had returned home. But the moment she stepped inside, an unexpected visitor caught her off guard.
"Oh, here she is," Florine said with a smile from the couch in the living room.
Butler Rupert also glanced at Ivy and offered her a polite smile.
Ivy stood still for a moment, her eyes fixed on the woman, silently questioning why she was here. But everything around seemed normal, which gave her one small reassurance.
At least Florine had not come here to create a scene.
Taking a quiet breath, Ivy walked toward her.
"What brings you here, Madam?" she asked, her tone plain and distant.
Butler Rupert frowned slightly.
They were not aware of the true nature of their relationship, but they had assumed Florine was Ivy's mother. Hearing Ivy address her so formally made him question that assumption.
Florine, on the other hand, was caught off guard by the coldness.
"Mother, Ivy," she said with a forced laugh, trying to ease the tension.
