When Ivy approaches Wyatt and Alice’s side, she picks the money on the ground and arches her brow as he meets Wyatt’s eyes. “This,” she raised the one-hundred-dollar bill, “are the money that you always transfer into my account every time I donated blood for your woman—”
“She is not my woman,” Wyatt interrupted and pierced his gaze on Ivy.
Ivy smirked. “Whatever. Those are the money that you gave to me for the past three years, and now,” she looked at Alice, “I gave it back.” Ivy returned her gaze to Wyatt. “This time, we don’t owe each other,” she added. Her voice is firm and cold.
Wyatt’s eyes were dark, and his mood was particularly tough at the moment.
The crowd started to grumble again. The sympathy that Alice gained earlier was thrown at Ivy. And now, they’re throwing disgusted g
