Later that evening, Alaric returned to the hospital room.
He found Ivy still standing by the incubator, her eyes brimming with heartache for their daughter.
He walked over and gently prompted, "You should go get some rest. The nanny and the caretaker are both here. You don't need to worry about her."
Only then did Ivy finally pull herself away and sit back on the bed.
It was getting quite late.
Leaning against the headboard, she looked over at Alaric.
"What about you? Aren't you going to rest?"
Alaric sat down on the nearby sofa. "I'm going to keep her company a bit longer."
He looked at Ivy, searching for a topic to keep her engaged.
"I remember you mentioning you wanted to find your biological family and went back to your hometown to get your childhood photograph. Give the photo to me, and I'll find them for you."
Luckily, Ivy's adoptive mother was still alive.
He could pay a visit to the prison to get more information out of the woman, then deploy a team to run down the leads. He would find Ivy's family no matter what.
Hearing this, Ivy instinctively reached for her phone to pull up the photo.
But as she scrolled, she suddenly hesitated.
Did she really need Alaric's help with this?
They were about to finalize their divorce, and their lives wouldn't intersect after that. It was better not to bother him.
Otherwise, she would just end up owing him another massive debt that she could never repay, leaving her burdened with guilt.
With that in mind, she declined.
"There's no need. I can manage perfectly fine on my own."
Alaric frowned, staring right at her. "Don't you want to know what kind of family you come from or who your relatives are?"
He knew exactly what she was doing—she just didn't want to rely on him.
She wanted to draw a permanent line between them.
But was that even possible?
They shared a child.
Even if Ivy kept the baby, their lives would be inextricably linked forever.



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