Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 106

Since he was completely in the dark, of course he wasn't going to roll out the red carpet for her.

The more Alaric thought about it, the more violently irritated he became.

Ivy cabbed to Westside General Hospital first. After speaking with the doctors to get a clear picture of Gemma's condition, she sat with her sister for a while.

She reassured Gemma to stay calm and prepare for the chemotherapy.

She promised her that money wouldn't be an issue.

It was Gemma’s first time in the city. She was young, naive, and completely trusted Ivy's arrangements.

Ivy knew exactly why Alaric had ordered her home—Stella needed her.

Not daring to delay, she handed her sister a few hundred dollars for food and immediately rushed back to The Starlight Estate.

The moment she stepped up to the front door, the sound of Stella's wailing echoed from the living room.

The little girl was sobbing and screaming.

"Daddy is a liar! I came home and Mommy isn't here!"

"I'm never talking to Daddy again! Daddy is the worst!"

Ivy's heart ached at the sound. She pushed the door open, forcing a bright smile as she called out.

"Stella, I'm home!"

She had made a quick stop at The Smart Kiosk in the estate to buy the little girl two small plushies.

Stella, who had been mid-kick against her father's shin, heard the voice, instantly stopped crying, and launched herself toward Ivy.

"Mommy! Mommy, I missed you so much!"

Ivy dropped to a crouch and caught her in a tight hug.

She kissed the girl's tear-stained cheek. "I missed you too! Look, Mommy brought you a present."

Stella took the toys, her teary face breaking into a radiant smile as she planted two loud kisses on Ivy's cheeks.

Hugging the plushies, she cheered.

"I love them! Thank you, Mommy!"

"You're welcome."

Stella grabbed Ivy's hand, shot Alaric a fiercely adorable glare, and then looked up at Ivy with giant, soft eyes.

"Mommy, let's go eat. We're ignoring Daddy."

"Okay."

Ivy still refused to cast a single glance in Alaric's direction, simply agreeing with everything the child said.

"Okay, whatever you say, Stella."

This arrangement was perfect.

Now she wouldn't have to awkwardly shuffle into Mr. Foster's bedroom and endure their mutual contempt.

It would be great if it stayed like this forever.

Ivy firmly believed she needed to keep her distance from Mr. Foster.

She was hyper-aware of the massive disparity between them and refused to entertain a single fantasy about a man like him.

He looked down on her.

Why should she try to climb a ladder that didn't want her?

If it wasn't for the paycheck, she wouldn't be here for another second.

Listening to their conversation, Alaric tasted the bitter reality of being entirely ostracized in his own home. It was a thoroughly unpleasant pill to swallow.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the right words to break the ice.

Ultimately, he remained dead silent, forced to listen to his daughter and his wife casually list off every one of his flaws.