Chapter 803: Chapter 803

The day after Ivy returned to her mother’s home, Henry Sullivan came by for a visit.

Ivy’s mom didn’t know why Ivy suddenly came back home.

Ivy told her she wanted to experience what it’s like to come home with a kid in tow.

But her mom felt something was off until the next day when Henry stopped by. Then she realized that the two kids had a fight, as her son-in-law kept gauging her daughter’s mood.

It was rare because at home, her husband never cared about her mood. For someone like Henry, who was very similar to her husband and had a military background, it was a wonder he was even paying attention to others’ moods.

Henry left after lunch, and once he was gone, Ivy acted like nothing was wrong and returned to her room. Her mom followed her in. Seeing Ivy sitting on the bed, obviously burdened with thoughts, didn’t seem like her daughter at all.

Seeing her mom come in, Ivy forced a smile, "Mom, why did you come in?"

"Can’t I come in to play with my granddaughter for a bit?"

Ivy pouted, "Who says you can’t? But I was planning to let her take a nap. How about you rest first, and once she’s up, you can play with her."

"Come on, hand me the child," her mom said, reaching out to take the baby.

Around this time, the little one, Ivy, was chubby and adorable, and her mom couldn’t get enough of her. After playing with Ivy for a while, she glanced at Ivy.

"My son-in-law is really not bad, much better than your dad. Back in the day, if I had gone to stay at your grandma’s, your dad would never have come to see me."

Ivy chuckled, "Not everyone is the same. Husbands and fathers like mine are pretty rare these days."

Her mom nodded, "True, men like your dad are almost extinct.

But everyone has their good points. Your dad has his own charms. In today’s words, he’s just too reserved.

Putting that aside, your dad is actually quite good."

Ivy stuck out her tongue. Really, praise from within the family is nothing. It’s her own father; it’s not like she doesn’t know what type of person he is.

"Ivy, tell me what’s going on between you and my son-in-law."

"Who says there’s something going on between us?" Ivy smiled wryly, turning her head to look at her mom. Is there a radar in her eyes? How else could she know so much?

"Alright, stop pretending in front of me. I was once your age too.

You think I don’t know? Back when I quarreled with your dad, I often took you back to your grandparent’s."

Ivy laughed helplessly, "Mom, you’re so childish. I’m telling you, Uncle Henry and I really aren’t feuding."

"Go on, pretend," her mom stood up and handed the child back to her. "I wonder how long you can hold out. Alright, feed her and get some rest."

Watching her mom leave, Ivy breathed a sigh of relief. Her mom is like an old fox; how are her eyes so sharp? It’s scary.

She thought she was putting on a performance worthy of an Oscar these past few days.

But her mom’s sharp gaze made her not want to stay there anymore.

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She decided that after staying three more days at her mom’s, she’d move back to her own place.

Chloe was initially against it in various ways, but after Ivy insisted, Chloe couldn’t do much. However, Chloe discreetly informed Wesley Zenith about it.

Wesley knew about it, so he couldn’t hide it from Henry Sullivan.

Hearing that Ivy was planning to move back to her old house, Henry felt a wave of sadness. Is she really planning not to come home anymore?

For three days after that, Henry went to his in-laws’ for lunch every day, and on the third day, he suggested taking his wife and child home. Ivy’s mom was naturally pleased.

Ivy didn’t object either, and after lunch, her mom and the nanny helped pack things up.

Henry held the child, and after Ivy changed clothes, she left with them.

After leaving the house, Henry drove, and Ivy said, "Captain, take us to my old place; I want to stay there for a while."

"I’ve cleaned up our house in the city for you to stay there."

Ivy glanced at him. "Why should I listen to you?" she thought. "I’m not going. I want to go to my own place."

"Let’s not be stubborn about this, okay?

With you and the nanny bringing the child to such a remote place, I’m really not comfortable."

The nanny holding little Ivy in the back also chimed in, "Ivy, listen to the Captain. It’s indeed much easier living somewhere with convenient transportation when you have a child at home."

With the nanny offering her an excuse, Ivy reluctantly dropped the matter and didn’t say anything further.

After dropping them off at home, Henry went back to work.

He thought there might be some peace for a while after this, but little did he know that Henry would show up again that night.

Seeing him come in, Ivy’s face turned sullen, "Captain, why are you here? I want to live quietly and won’t change my decision."

"I just came to have dinner with you and the little one, see how you’re doing, and I’ll leave after dinner. I won’t disturb your life."

Ivy pouted. "You already have."

The nanny prepared a bountiful dinner, and after eating, Henry followed Ivy into the room.

Ivy looked at him and asked, "You’re still not leaving?"

"You really want me to go?"

Ivy turned more serious, "Captain..."

"I’m used to hearing you call me Uncle; calling me Captain feels distant."

Ivy glared at him, "Can you not do this? What I said to you the other day wasn’t to scare you.

I don’t want to continue being entangled with your past affairs anymore. I’m not giving you an optional question; it’s a must-answer one.

Either keep helping Isla Linton while I live alone with our child, or, take me home and stop getting involved with anything concerning Isla Linton’s marriage. Leave her to her husband and let them solve their problems themselves."

Henry looked at her, eyes filled with conflict, and Ivy walked over to open the door, looking at him, "Go back to rest early."

This was an eviction order, and Henry realized Ivy was serious. He couldn’t linger here anymore, and he wasn’t that kind of person.

"I’ll go back for now, see you tomorrow..."

"Don’t come tomorrow; if you really want to see the child, come by occasionally, or let me know beforehand, and I’ll make myself scarce."

"Is it really necessary to go this far?"

Ivy stared at him unblinkingly, her gaze frank and candid, "You don’t want to cut ties, so let me help you. This is the best solution I can think of.

If you wish to continue living , we can proceed, but if you don’t, please change the status quo immediately."

That’s it. She has to push him to face his heart directly and give her a definite answer, to reconcile or to part ways. She needs a resolution.