Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 436

Ivy realized this woman was completely dead-set on forcing her way into the house.

If she refused, would this woman just lie on the floor sobbing until the end of time?

Whatever.

For the simple fact that she was Stella's mother, putting in a good word with Mr. Foster was the least she could do.

As for whatever final verdict Mr. Foster decided on, that was entirely out of her hands.

"Alright. Just get up first."

"Thank you, Ivy! Thank you so much!"

Sylvia poured out breathless words of gratitude, scrambling back onto the sofa where she continued her dramatic weeping.

She sobbed about how brutally difficult her life had been all these years.

She wailed about how desperately she missed her daughter, insisting that without the thought of the little girl keeping her going, she would have died a long time ago.

Curiously, not once did she mention the tiny detail that Alaric wasn't actually the biological father.

Nor did she offer a single word of thanks to Alaric for raising her abandoned child all these years.

Because of this glaring omission, in Ivy's mind, Alaric was undeniably Sylvia's ex-husband.

And Stella was the tragic product of their failed marriage.

Later that afternoon, Ivy left to pick up the little girl.

As she buckled Stella into the backseat of the car, she couldn't bite back her burning question.

"Stella, your biological mother came by the house looking for you again. She said she wants to stay with us so she can look after you. Do you want her to stay?"

Hearing this, Stella's lower lip pushed out in a fierce pout, her rejection absolute.

"No! I don't like her! She's a bad mommy!"

"But what if she had a really good reason for what she did in the past? Are you really not willing to give her one little chance to prove herself?"

Ivy knew better than anyone the suffocating tragedy of growing up without a real mother.

Just like her, making it all the way to twenty-three before discovering that the people who raised her weren't her flesh and blood.

The horrific nightmare of her childhood was something she didn't dare recall for even a split second.

Stella was incredibly lucky to have such a fiercely devoted father like Mr. Foster protecting her.

And thankfully, Ivy wasn't the bitter, toxic stepmother typically portrayed in soap operas.

Even so, she was painfully aware that the best stepmother in the world could never hold a candle to the real thing.

If Sylvia was genuinely desperate to make amends, Ivy sincerely hoped the little girl would give her a shot.

Restraining himself from texting her every second of the day and constantly wondering what she was up to was practically giving him an ulcer.

But the second Alaric stepped through the door, his eyes locked onto Sylvia sitting smugly in his living room.

A flash of extreme annoyance crossed his face, but he swallowed his sharp reprimand.

After all, he had given the woman permission to visit the child whenever she pleased.

Treating her entirely like thin air, he turned on his heel and headed upstairs.

Sylvia had just opened her mouth to greet him, but seeing the billionaire ignore her completely, she shrank back onto the sofa in awkward silence.

She remained there until Ivy walked through the door hand in hand with Stella.

Springing up instantly, she rushed over with a small gift box and cooed at the little girl,

"Stella, Mommy bought you a present! Do you like it?"

Stella instantly scrambled behind Ivy, gripping the fabric of her shirt and yelling,

"Mommy, I don't want her! Tell her to go away!"

Shielding the trembling child, Ivy fixed Sylvia with a level gaze.

"Could you please leave for now?"