My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 0094 

Candice stood there watching this dramatic situation play out and felt a chill in her fingertips. 

She slowly recovered her voice and questioned, “Are you…” 

Choked, words failed her, and she failed to express her feelings. 

Yvonne let go of Peach’s hand and looked expectantly at Candice. She begged, “Candy.” 

Candice diverted her eyes, inhaling deeply, about to respond. 

Greg cut in, “It was me who called the police. What’s the point of you bothering her?” 

Caught off guard, Yvonne hesitated, then turned to Greg. 

Disheveled from Ivor’s attack, her hair and clothes a mess, she clasped her hands together, imploring, “Can 

you talk to the police? Ask them not to arrest my husband.” 

Greg and Alex exchanged glances, with the latter remaining mute. 

With a disapproving frown, Greg cautiously asked, “You do understand your husband has assaulted someone, right?” 

“No,” Yvonne quickly clarified. “He didn’t mean any harm. He was just upset.” 

Greg struggled to grasp her logic. He glanced at Candice, who had turned away with her lips pressed together tightly. 

Following his gaze, Yvonne seized Candice’s hand, asserting, “She’s my daughter. This is a family matter. It shouldn’t involve the police.” 

In her haste, her long nails scraped Candice’s hand, leaving a faint mark. 

Yvonne’s grip was surprisingly powerful, and despite Candice’s efforts, she was unable to break away. 

She then turned to Candice, urging, “Isn’t this man your boss? Tell him!” 

Candice felt a coldness settle in her heart. She stifled her anger and retorted, “What is there to explain? I don’t even know him. Didn’t you see him trying to hit me?” 

These were the harshest words she had ever spoken to her mother, and Yvonne froze in stupor. 

Yvonne, recovering, weakly countered, “But he didn’t actually hit you, right?” 

Candice’s gaze hardened as she looked at her mother, her anger dissolving, and she forcefully removed Yvonne’s grip. She firmly declared, “Impossible.” 

The police quickly took Ivor away. 

Yvonne, with Peach in tow, persistently told the officers that Ivor was her husband and had no intention to harm anyone, pleading for his release. 

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Candice watched, feeling a suffocating sensation, her chest aching sharply. 

“Lex, should we get that checked by a doctor?” 

Candice overheard this as she saw Ivor being pushed into the police car. Turning mechanically, she noticed the bruise on Alex’s wrist. 

Alex had earlier intervened in Ivor’s assault on her, receiving blows in the process. 

She had not noticed amidst the chaos, and he never mentioned it. 

Candice assumed it was nothing serious. 

Now, seeing the severity of his injury, she realized the force Ivor had exerted. 

Her face paled as she looked at Alex’s wrist, asking, “Are you alright?” 

Alex gave her a brief glance, his tone dismissive. “I’m not as delicate as you think.” 

She wanted to say something, but Alex, furrowing his brow, impatiently pressed her, “Focus on sorting out your own problems first.” 

Her eyes followed Alex’s, and she saw Yvonne sitting on the ground with Peach, muttering something. 

After a moment of silence, she slowly approached them. 

Unsure what to say to Yvonne, she stated flatly, “I’ll cover Peach’s medical bills, but only up to ten thousand a month.” 

Yvonne looked up with tears in her eyes, accusing, “How can you be so heartless?” 

Candice initially wanted to reach out to offer comfort but halted and retracted her hand, asking dully, “You think I’m cold–hearted?” 

“Isn’t it true? Ivor might be a scoundrel, but he brings in 2,000 a month in unemployment 

benefits. That’s what we live on. How can you be so selfish?” 

Yvonne’s words struck Candice deeply. Her own mother branded her cold and selfish for a mere two thousand. 

With her gaze lowered and a turmoil of emotions inside, Candice stood lost in thought, oblivious to her surroundings, until someone grasped her arm. 

She looked up into Alex’s deep eyes. 

“Here’s your stuff.” 

Alex handed her the medicine bag she had used against Ivor. 

She took the bag, her lips stretching in a weary attempt at a smile, words failing her. 

He watched Candice with a slightly pensive look and remarked, “You really have a knack for getting yourself into these situations.” 

Candice, detecting the sarcasm, was too drained to feign otherwise. 

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Witnessing the exchange, Greg could not resist chiming in, “Hey, can’t you be a bit kinder to 

your employee? If you’re concerned, just say it directly. There’s no need for harsh words.” 

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Before Alex could respond, Greg addressed Candice, “Let’s grab lunch. It doesn’t seem safe for you to go back 

alone like this. Better to rest a bit.” 

Candice initially hesitated, but Greg was natural when it came to socializing.