Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 295

By the time Ivy rushed home, Beatrice's people were already there, demanding Mrs. Sawyer hand over Hazel.

Upon seeing Ivy, Mrs. Sawyer immediately lunged forward and grabbed her arm.

"You disappeared last night and didn't come back. Did you hide your sister?"

Ivy stared at the ugly desperation on her mother's face—there wasn't a shred of concern for her daughter's safety, only a frantic need to dodge responsibility.

Knowing this woman had sold Hazel and nearly gotten her raped, Ivy violently wrenched her arm free.

"I haven't even demanded answers from you yet! Are you even human? You gave birth to us, so how could you be so utterly sick in the head to sell us off like livestock?"

What kind of mother did something like this?

Their father had died because of the horrible way he treated them—it was karma.

Yet her mother showed zero remorse.

Ivy realized Hazel was absolutely right. There was no way they shared this woman's blood.

They were probably kidnapped and brought here.

"I raised you all these years! Shouldn't you make a little sacrifice for this family?"

Mrs. Sawyer genuinely saw nothing wrong with her actions, screaming back at Ivy.

"Tell me right now, where the hell is Hazel?"

"How should I know?"

Ivy's rage exploded, her voice overpowering her mother's.

"I searched for her all night! If she isn't back in twenty-four hours, I'm calling the cops!"

She shoved past her mother and rushed to Gemma, who was leaning weakly against the doorframe, looking terrifyingly pale. She whispered fiercely.

"Pack your things. We're leaving right now."

Just as the two sisters rushed into the room to grab their bags, Beatrice stomped over to Mrs. Sawyer, practically spitting fire.

"Since Hazel is gone, you're giving me Ivy. I don't care how you do it, but you owe me a daughter-in-law."

Ivy violently struggled against their grip, snapping, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Is there no law in this town?"

Beatrice stepped into her line of sight. "Since Hazel ran off, you're taking her place. My son is half-dead because of her. You are going to stay and compensate him."

Hearing this twisted logic, Ivy found it both terrifying and completely absurd.

Looking at the aggressive women pinning her down, and Beatrice's muscle standing by the gate, Ivy knew she wasn't going to fight her way out of this.

She shoved Gemma back into the bedroom and slammed the door, locking the mob out. She grabbed her sister's shoulders and spoke in a frantic rush.

"Gemma, listen to me. Go to The Grand Regency, Room 801. Look for a man named Alaric Foster. Tell him I'm in danger. Tell him to bring his people and come save me."

Gemma understood the gravity of the situation, her eyes wide with terror.

"But what if they don't let me leave either?"

"They won't stop you. You're sick, which means you have zero value to them. They don't care about you. Just remember what I said—his name is Alaric Foster."

Ivy shoved a wad of cash into her sister's hands, telling her to find Caleb and have him rush her out on his motorcycle.