The Unwanted Daughter When Love Comes Too Late novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 What Happened to Yvonne?

Simon had no idea what Erin was really thinking. He simply watched her leave, his face filled with devotion.

But once she was out of sight, his expression darkened.”Darn that Tracy! Why is that bitch everywhere I go?”

Simon had been holding a grudge against Tracy for a while.

Erin’s words only fueled his anger, and suddenly he had the urge to deal with Tracy once and for all.

He turned his head sharply. “Ivy, get a few people you can trust. I’ve got a job for you.”

Anyone who served as Simon’s personal bodyguard had already proven their loyalty. Naturally, he would only assign Ivy to handle something this serious.

Ivy didn’t disappoint. Within two days she carried out Simon’s orders, preparing everything down to the smallest detail. When she reported back, her summary was precise and thorough.

Simon was thrilled. He patted her shoulder. “Good work! Hahaha! If this goes smoothly, I’ll double your year–end bonus.”

Over the past two years, Ivy had impressed him more and more.

Still, he couldn’t help but think she was too plain. Her body was all lean muscle, none of the softness he liked in a woman.

If only she had Yvonne’s face, he thought. Even with all that muscle, she wouldn’t be stuck as a bodyguard.

Simon shook his head in pity, convinced Ivy had missed a golden chance. What he didn’t notice was the flicker of emotion in her downcast eyes.

Later that afternoon, Ivy called in sick and quietly slipped away with the very files she had just reported to him. She snuck into Tracy’s car without a sound.

Ever since the kidnapping incident with the academy, Tracy had bodyguards assigned openly and secretly all around her.

Her car was heavily guarded, making it nearly impossible for anyone, even Simon’s top fighter, to sneak inside without being seen.

The only reason Ivy managed it was because Tracy had deliberately allowed it.

She already had Ivy investigated.

Ivy’s story wasn’t unknown to her: abandoned by her parents as a baby, left in the freezing cold beneath a tree. It was Yvonne who had found her, carried her to an orphanage, and given her the name Ivy.

Through those years, it was Yvonne who raised her, fed her, and cared for her like both sister and mother. When the orphanage eventually closed, Yvonne kept her close, scraping by and raising her on her own.

They weren’t sisters–they were like mother and daughter.

Later, when Yvonne was forced into the academy by an employer, Ivy searched for her again and again. She even went so far as to fight Simon at one point. But in the end, after Simon offered her a million dollars, she gave up the search.

“This is between me and her,” Ivy snapped. “Just tell me how you know Yvonne–and where she is now.”

Her panic drove the blade deeper, nicking Tracy’s skin. A thin line of blood ran down her neck.

Yet Tracy’s expression never wavered. She looked almost detached, as if she didn’t even feel the sting.

Where was Yvonne now?

Tracy wished she knew.

Maybe not even the academy itself remembered where they had taken their victims‘ hearts, their eyes, and their organs.

Tracy lowered her gaze, swallowing back the storm rising in her chest.

“I’m not lying,” she whispered. “She died–right in front of me.”

Something in her tone carried a weight and sorrow that Ivy couldn’t ignore. For the first time, Ivy believed her.

Still, the words crushed her. How could it be? How did she die?

Her grip loosened, and her voice fell to a hoarse whisper. “H–how did she die?”