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Chapter 195 Chapter 195 “What happened there?” Cheryl asked, scooting closer. Ivy didn’t answer immediately; her heart was still hurting. She turned away, gazing out the car window. “Are you okay?” The concern in Cheryl’s voice got to her. Ivy turned quickly, offering a faint smile. “Yes, yes, I’m good,” she said. “I’m… just in shock.” And in pain, but she didn’t add that. Cheryl squeezed her thigh gently. “Sorry. I-” She was interrupted by her baby’s coos. She adjusted him, opened her blouse, and gently guided her nipple into his mouth. Ivy looked away. She knew she was supposed to be uncomfortable with the sight, but instead, she felt moved–awed by the beauty and technicality of it. And maybe, a little jealous. If there was one thing Cheryl had that she didn’t, it was unconditional love. To be loved without fear. To be loved without remorse. Her thoughts drifted to Aunt May, and her stomach tightened. There was no one who loved her that way. Not Aunt May. Not Silas. Pain surged through her veins, but she swallowed it. Maybe it was time “Holy smokes! What happened here?” Jonathan gasped. to have her own baby. Ivy lifted her head to see what had made him shout. Across the road, a car had collided with a jeep. The occupants–which Ivy guessed were an old man and some young children–were talking to a television reporter. “That looks serious,” Cheryl said, leaning forward to see. Ivy glanced at her, surprised she was even aware of her surroundings. Maybe the depression was wearing off, she thought. “So many reporters,” Jonathan said, slowing the car so they could catch everything. Ivy turned back to the scene, noticing the other journalists vying for the old man’s attention. “If there are this many reporters, the accident must’ve been serious,” Cheryl said. She had finished feeding her son and was tapping his back softly, like a seasoned mother. “Absolutely,” Jonathan agreed. “Either serious or-” “An important person was involved,” Ivy and Jonathan said in unison. Ivy’s chest tightened. Only one name came to mind/“Theresa.” Quickly, she pulled her phone from her back and dialed Theresa’s number. It rang twice before it was answered. “Hello?” It was Hector. “Hey, Hector,” she said, panic rising in her voice. “Where’s Theresa?” “She’s sleeping.” 1/4 Chapter 195 The panic intensified. “Is she… okay?” “Not really,” Hector replied softly. “But she’s good. Just upset.” Upset. Not hurt. Good. “Alright,” Ivy exhaled, relieved. “Thank you, Hector. I’ll call again later? “Bye, Ivy.” He ended the call. Guilt swirled, yanking off the panic. The look in Theresa’s eyes had hurt even more than Aunt May’s brutal words. And she couldn’t even blame her. The scene had looked believable, even with all the noise. She leaned back, letting the tension out from her body. Beside her, Cheryl gently rocked her baby to sleep. left your luggage at my place.” A thought crossed Ivy’s mind. “What have you been wearing? You sol, Cheryl replied. “She was really sweet.” “Aunt May gave me some of her clothes and bought a few things Ivy scoffed. “Yeah.” … Read more