He gave Ivy an instruction.
"Then try to get a little closer to her. See if you can dig up the real reason."
Ivy immediately refused. "No way. Why should I stick my nose in someone else's business?"
Alaric looked at her, his handsome face remaining perfectly stoic.
"I'll pay you to help me out. Deal?"
Ivy shut it down again. "I wouldn't invade someone's privacy even if you paid me."
Alaric stared at her in silence.
Sometimes he really didn't know what to do with this stubborn little woman.
But just sitting across from her, watching her eat, and observing her quiet grace filled a void in his chest—even if her icy demeanor stung.
It at least silenced the agonizing longing in his mind.
Right then, Stella couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Daddy, Mommy, can you please stop fighting and not get divorced? I really hate seeing you like this."
Both adults instantly turned their attention to the child.
Alaric stayed quiet, giving Ivy the floor to see how she would handle it.
Ivy honestly had no idea what to say.
So she remained silent as well.
Stella looked at them both, her little face scrunching up in distress.
"Please, just promise me. No more talk about divorce. I swear I'll be so good and listen to everything you say."
Alaric finally broke the tension. "We're not getting a divorce."
Stella clearly didn't believe him. "Then why did you leave Mommy and me here? Why didn't you take us home? I don't want to be here. I want to live with both of you and be happy like we used to be."
Alaric shot a glance at Ivy, noticing she had her head down, quietly eating as if the conversation didn't involve her at all.
Despite the flicker of annoyance in his chest, he forced it down and spoke to Stella with endless patience.




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