Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 435

The next day.

When Ivy walked downstairs with Stella.

Alaric was nowhere to be found.

Mrs. Gable informed her that he had already left for the office.

Ivy knew Mr. Foster was still holding onto his grudge.

It had already been a few days; how was he still so fiercely furious?

It seemed she needed to take the initiative tonight. They couldn't just keep freezing each other out like this.

The icy tension was making her miserable.

She desperately missed the affectionate, clingy Mr. Foster.

After dropping Stella off at St. Jude's Preschool, Ivy headed to the driving range for some practice.

The moment she stepped through the front door, Mrs. Gable rushed over, keeping her voice low.

"Mrs. Foster, the young miss's mother is back. I told her the child was at school, but she insisted she wanted to see you for a chat."

Mrs. Gable had a gut feeling that the woman spelled nothing but trouble.

She was certain the woman had seen how disgustingly rich their boss was, living in a sprawling mansion, and now deeply regretted the divorce, planning to swoop in and steal her old spot!

Mrs. Gable honestly had no idea what her handsome boss had ever seen in the woman, let alone how they had ended up having a child together.

Just thinking about the fact that this mediocre woman used to share Mr. Foster's bed felt like a tragic insult to his flawless pedigree.

Ivy had no clue what Sylvia wanted with her.

But a sharp, ominous premonition twisted in her gut.

She followed Mrs. Gable into the house.

Sure enough, she found the woman lounging on the living room sofa, sipping the expensive tea Mrs. Gable had begrudgingly served her.

Forcing a polite smile, Ivy walked over to offer a friendly greeting.

"Are you looking for Stella? She's at preschool right now. I won't be picking her up until four this afternoon."

Sylvia sat up straight, plastering a look of profound misery onto her face.

"I'm not here for my daughter. I'm here for you."

Ivy took a seat nearby, completely bewildered. "For me?"

"Alaric is probably just worried about upsetting you. That's why he won't let me stay!"

"Ivy, I am begging you! Woman to woman, please! I've been separated from my baby for years and completely failed my duties as a mother. Just let me stay so I can finally make it up to her!"

"I'm begging you! I'll do anything!"

Throwing away every last ounce of her dignity, she slumped heavily against the floor, sobbing dramatically at Ivy's feet.

Ivy froze in absolute panic, entirely unequipped to handle such extreme hysterics.

This was Stella's biological mother. Mr. Foster's ex-wife.

Even Mr. Foster hadn't allowed her to stay.

What gave her the right to overrule his judgment?

Ivy quickly reached out to pull the woman off the floor. "Crying on the floor won't help! I really don't have a say in this, and honestly, I just listen to whatever Alaric dictates in this house."

Sylvia lifted her head, fixing Ivy with a pitiful, tear-streaked gaze.

"Then can you please beg him for me?"

"As long as you let me stay, I promise I'll just be the nanny! I'll clean, cook, do the laundry, and look after my baby. I swear I'll never overstep my boundaries. Please?"