Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 227

Ivy knew her sister had a fighting chance now.

But only because she had been transferred to Foster Medical Center.

If Gemma had stayed at Metropolitan General under the care of Elena's lackey, her fate would have been sealed.

Remembering Elena's cruelty, Ivy looked up at Alaric, an urgent warning on her tongue.

"I seriously suspect Stella is being psychologically manipulated. I'm terrified Elena is doing something horrible to her. Please, you have to get Stella a new doctor."

Every instinct she had screamed that Elena was dangerous.

She was terrified the woman was using barbaric tactics on the little girl just to force her way into Alaric's life.

Alaric's gaze grew predatory as he stared her down.

"Are you jealous of her?"

Ivy hurriedly shook her head. "I'm worried about Stella."

"She knows damn well how much Stella means to me. If she dared lay a finger on her, she'd be digging her own grave,"

Alaric said with chilling confidence.

The truth was, if Ivy had simply admitted she was jealous.

If she had just asked him to throw Elena out because she didn't want another woman in their house, he would have done it instantly.

But instead, she hid behind his daughter as an excuse.

The memory of the divorce papers she had thrust at him not too long ago still left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Because of that, he refused to give her what she wanted so easily.

"If you trust her that much, fine. Do as you please. I need to get back to work," Ivy muttered, looking down as she brushed past him.

Ivy walked away, her head bowed.

Alaric didn't stop her. He checked in on Ethan and headed back to the corporate headquarters.

Later that afternoon, his phone buzzed with a call from Stella.

Her small voice pleaded with him, saying she missed him and wanted him to come home.

Alaric could never say no to his little girl.

He cleared his schedule and drove back to The Starlight Estate early.

The moment Stella saw him, she launched herself into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline and burying her face in his chest.

Elena stood off to the side, wearing a sickly sweet smile.

"Sir, I swear I did not harm the child. I had absolutely nothing to do with this."

Alaric's face was terrifyingly dark.

Ivy's frantic warning echoing in his mind.

She had suspected Elena was terrorizing his daughter.

Mrs. Gable had worked for him for five years.

He trusted the housekeeper implicitly.

As for the woman standing next to him...

Alaric shot Elena a murderous glare, standing up with his daughter secured in his arms.

"It's fine. It's just a scratch. Let's just be more careful next time," he said, masking his fury.

Elena exhaled a shaky breath of relief and quickly apologized.

"I'm so sorry, Alaric. It must have been my negligence. I'll watch her much closer."

Alaric didn't respond, turning on his heel and carrying Stella upstairs.