He wasn't the type of man who would swallow his pride and chase after a woman anyway.
Shaking off the thought, Ivy headed upstairs and stood outside her apartment, pressing the doorbell.
When Toby opened the door and saw his eldest sister standing there, his eyes widened in absolute shock.
"Ivy? Is that really you?"
Ivy had rushed over so frantically that she hadn't brought a single piece of luggage.
Thankfully, she had money on her phone. She figured she'd take her brother out tomorrow to buy him a few sets of clothes and leave him with some cash.
She pushed past him and stepped inside.
"It's me. I figured you'd be lonely out here by yourself, so I came to keep you company."
Ivy glanced around the two-bedroom apartment. Even though it was a brand-new place bought just a year ago, it was currently an absolute disaster zone, looking more like a pigsty than a home.
There wasn't even a clear spot to step.
Toby stood to the side, awkwardly scratching his head. "I, uh... I haven't gotten around to cleaning up yet."
Ivy then spotted liquor bottles and an overflowing ashtray sitting on the coffee table nearby.
Furious, she aimed a kick at his leg and glared at him. "This is days' worth of garbage! Would it kill you to clean up a little?"
"And didn't I explicitly warn you not to smoke or drink? You're barely out of middle school, and you're already picking up this garbage!"
Realizing that her brother was far too unruly to be left completely unchecked, Ivy grabbed him by the ear and started swatting him.
Toby didn't get angry; he just dodged and laughed.
"I'll clean it up right now! Stop hitting me, Ivy!"
Ivy honestly didn't know what else to say. She knew he had been dealing with a lot of emotional stress being home alone, so picking up a few bad habits was somewhat understandable.
She would just have to keep a tighter leash on him from now on.
She quickly pitched in to help.
The two of them spent the next two hours scrubbing the apartment until it was spotless.
Exhausted to her bones, Ivy quickly took a shower and collapsed into bed.
She didn't have a single ounce of energy left to overthink her falling out with Alaric.
But back at The Starlight Estate, Alaric had stared at his phone all night, completely unable to sleep.
Ivy had blocked him. His calls wouldn't go through, and his messages bounced back.



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