The four bodyguards stood side by side at the edge of the lawn, their attention fixed on a single person.
Ivy.
She had been jogging around the estate for nearly an hour without stopping.
Benny watched her complete yet another lap before rubbing his forehead.
"Seriously... what is Madam up to now? How many laps is she planning to run? At this rate, she’s going to wear a path into the grass."
Percy folded his arms and let out a sigh.
"It’s even stranger because Butler Rupert said she skipped breakfast."
"Exactly!" Benny exclaimed. "The woman who raids the kitchen at midnight voluntarily skipped breakfast. That’s not normal. That’s terrifying."
Nico nodded solemnly.
"I’ve seen Madam finish an entire family-sized pizza by herself."
"And dessert afterward," Percy added.
Teddy looked genuinely worried.
"Maybe something happened. Madam isn’t the type to exercise this enthusiastically."
That much was true.
Everyone in the mansion knew Ivy could fight, but she rarely trained unless there was a reason. Watching her run lap after lap as though she were trying to outrun her own thoughts was unsettling.
Nico glanced toward the mansion.
"I just hope she doesn’t collapse. If Madam faints, Boss and Young Master Leo will have all of our heads."
Benny swallowed.
"Forget losing my job. Boss will stare at me with that expressionless face, and I’ll confess to crimes I didn’t even commit."
The others nodded in complete agreement.
Just then, another figure walked across the driveway.
"Morning, boys."
Sal adjusted the strap of his bag as he approached, clearly on his way out after Lola had called him into the office.
He slowed when he noticed all four bodyguards standing in a perfectly straight line, staring in the same direction.
"What are you all looking at?"
Instead of answering, Benny simply pointed.
Sal turned, and his gaze landed on Ivy, who had just switched from jogging to an energetic set of jumping jacks.
He blinked.
"Well... that’s new."
The bodyguards watched him expectantly.
"Since when did Madam become a fitness enthusiast?" Percy asked.
Sal observed Ivy for another few seconds before his expression softened.
Then he quietly exhaled.
"Something’s bothering her."
The four men exchanged confused glances.
"You can tell that just by looking?" Nico asked.
Sal nodded.
When Raven used to have too much on her mind, she’d push herself physically until her thoughts settled down. Running, sparring, climbing, anything exhausting. Ivy’s doing the same thing.
Benny looked impressed.
"So this is emotional cardio?"
Sal chuckled.
"If you want to call it that."
He started walking toward Ivy before glancing back over his shoulder.
"And don’t worry. She won’t faint."
The bodyguards stared after him.
A moment later, Benny whispered, "How did he know that’s exactly what we were worried about?"
Percy shrugged.
"Maybe it’s written all over your face."
"I have an expressive face."
"You have a billboard."
Ignoring the bickering behind him, Sal approached Ivy just as she finished another set of jumping jacks.
She was breathing hard, strands of hair clinging to her forehead with sweat.
"Girl," Sal called out with a grin, "you really need to stop scaring your security team."
He pointed toward the four bodyguards.
Caught watching, Benny, Percy, Nico, and Teddy instantly snapped their heads in different directions.
One examined the sky.
Another inspected a nearby hedge.
Teddy suddenly found his own shoes incredibly interesting.
Sal laughed.
"They’ve been standing there for almost an hour convinced you’re going to pass out."
Ivy followed his gaze, noticing the awkward group pretending not to look.
Despite herself, the corner of her mouth twitched upward.
She bent over slightly, resting her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.
After a few moments, she straightened.
"I won’t faint," she said calmly.
"I know."
Sal watched Ivy in silence, convinced there was something deeper behind her unusual behavior.
Just as he was about to ask, Ivy spoke.
"I found my family, Sal."
The words caught him completely off guard.
He blinked in surprise, searching her face to see if she was joking.
She wasn’t.
Ivy held his gaze for a few seconds before letting out a quiet sigh.
"Come with me."
A few minutes later, the two of them sat in the pavilion overlooking the garden.
The family photograph lay on the table between them.
Sal picked it up and studied it carefully before his eyes settled on the young girl standing beside the couple.
His expression changed.
"This girl..." he murmured. "She’s the same child in the photograph Hardy left for you."
Ivy nodded slowly.
"It’s me."
Sal looked up at her in disbelief.

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