At the mention of Ivy, Alaric glanced toward the gates of her hometown house.
She had been inside for a while, and he wondered if she had found what she was looking for.
Then again, Ivy was so determined to divorce him, why would she care who was by his side?
Before Alaric could respond, Mason continued.
"The child stays with me from now on. If her mother wants her back, tell her to come to Northport and find me."
"I'm doing you a favor by getting rid of that woman. You should be thanking me."
He hung up, clearly having no intention of returning the child.
Alaric was left with no one to yell at.
Seeing Ivy walking out of the house, he put his phone away and asked, "Did you find it?"
Ivy nodded.
Alaric rushed her. "Get in. We need to hurry back. Stella was taken."
"What?"
Ivy quickly hopped into the passenger seat, looking at him in utter confusion.
"Stella was taken? By who? Who would dare snatch a child from you?"
"Mason Miller."
Seeing Ivy had buckled her seatbelt, Alaric slammed on the gas, and the car sped off in a cloud of dust.
Ivy instinctively gripped her seatbelt, silently repeating Mason's name in her head.
She remembered him.
Alaric's friend.
Once, when Alaric brought her to Northport and they went out on a yacht, that man had harbored a bizarre hostility toward her and had literally abandoned her out on the water.
She definitely didn't have a good impression of him.
Looking at Alaric, Ivy asked again.
"Why did he take Stella?"
Alaric didn't want to explain everything. He kept his mouth shut, his handsome face dark and intense as he pressed his foot heavily on the accelerator.
He looked as if he wanted nothing more than to teleport to Northport and rip the child back.
Without knowing the full story, Ivy didn't press further.



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