A Farewell After Being Reborn

Ronald’s words were cut short when he noticed Ian emerging from behind the security door. He was on a phone call. “Ivy has been through so much pain, Ian, you have to stand up for her!”

Ian looked at Sage, who met his gaze stoically. Sage had put two and two together based on the middle–aged man’s words. Ivy had taken the medication Ian bought in the resort, and something had gone wrong. Ivy had her stomach pumped in the hospital, and Ronald thought it was her doing.

So, Ian left because Ivy had been taken to the hospital. He called her here because of Ivy. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Dad, this could all be a misunderstanding. Please don’t put Ian in a tight spot,” weakly.

Ivy said

“My poor Ivy, you’re just too considerate for your own good!” Ronald said. “Just think about it. How many times has this woman schemed against you and hurt you? I wouldn’t have known about any of these things if your Aunt Sandra hadn’t told me about what had happened last time!”

Ivy gritted her teeth and said, “It was just a scrape. It wasn’t anything serious. Besides, Ian already apologized on behalf of Mrs. Holcomb.”

“Is that so? Don’t treat me like a fool! You were bleeding from your head, and your neck was bruised. If Ian hadn’t arrived in time, you might’ve been killed by her!” Ronald fumed. ” Regardless, she owes us an explanation this time!” He then shot daggers at Sage.

Just then, the elevator dinged. “Uncle Ron, let’s head to Ivy’s ward first. We can talk things out there,” Ian suggested.

“Right, let’s do that.” Ronald suppressed his anger and was about to push Ivy’s bed into the elevator. However, Sage remained motionless in front of the elevator.

Ian glanced at her and said calmly, “Let’s go to the ward together.”

Sage sneered. “What does this have to do with me? Why did you call me over? Why should I go to the ward with you?”

“How dare-” Ronald was about to snap when Ivy tugged on his sleeve. “Forget it, Dad. If Mrs. Holcomg doesn’t want to come with us, we shouldn’t force her.”

Ian looked at Sage, who showed no signs of backing down. He politely yet firmly asked the two nurses, “Could you please wait over there for a moment?”

Perhaps overwhelmed by the air of authority around Ian, the nurses exchanged glances and walked to the front of the corridor. The elevator doors closed and it began descending. Ian looked into Sage’s eyes and asked, “Did you touch Ivy’s medication in the car just now?”

Sage smiled wryly. “Before you grill me, could you at least clue me in on what’s going on? How am I supposed to answer when I have no idea what happened?”

Ian ignored her sarcasm and responded calmly, “I’ve had someone verify it. The medications from the drugstore were fine, and the staff didn’t make any stops when he delivered them.”

“Why are you asking me when you’ve already made up your mind?” Sage sneered.

Ian’s forehead creased. “Don’t be unreasonable, Sage. I’m just stating the facts. Ivy accidentally ingested warfarin, which clashes with the antibiotic amoxicillin. She almost died! I called you over to

look into all the possibilities.”

Setting aside her frustration at being suspected, Sage realized that being stubborn wouldn’t solve the problem at hand. Mulling it over, she calmed down a little. “I didn’t touch her medications. I don’t even know what warfarin is.”

Ian continued to stare into her eyes. “The surveillance footage in the drugstore shows that you spent quite a while in the antibiotic section.”