Chapter 646
To put it plainly, this was nothing whore Whisk an averUSHE
And it was Roberts who had sough about despite wy’s warning beforafiorat she came anyway, of her own free will
Honestly, they could have just ignored someone so unreasonables Shed bigge this on herself.
But neither Jamison not try were the type to fath their backs on someone in need They stepped in immediately, gave Roberta the right treatment, and even promised
a generous compensation.
Roberta said nothing at first, just looked between them, perhaps moved by that sincerity. Eventually, she managed to calm down and replied, “Alright. medication as instructed.”
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Jamison added, “I’ll have someone contact you every day to check on your condition. You don’t need to worry about the costs–I’ll handle everything
Roberta was left speechless then, a little embarrassed even. She offered a quien admission: “Honestly, I can’t blame you for this. My did warn me she was in some danger lately. I just… didn’t realize it was this serious.”
At that moment, Jamison’s phone rang. He turned to answer, leaving her comment hanging in the air.
Ivy stepped forward and reassured her, “No matter what, we’ll make sure you’re
taken care of.”
Later that day, Roberta’s phone buzzed with a bank notification. A hefty surn hard just landed in her account.
One million.
She stared in disbelief at all those zeros, counting them over and over to make sure
it was real.
Finally, she texted Ivy: This is way too much. I can’t accept it.
Ivy replied simply: It’s a gesture from both of us. Please, just accept it.
With a fortune sitting in her account, Roberta suddenly stopped caring about anything else. Instead, she couldn’t help but feel that Ivy was a godsend in her life.
Meanwhile, Jamison was on another call.
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Chapter 646
Under intense questioning by the police, the attacker finally confessed: someone had contacted him, handed him Ivy’s photo, and given him a small box–with instructions to use the needle inside on Ivy,
There weren’t many who would go to such lengths against Ivy, aside from Emma and the Carter family, no one else fit the bill.
Jamison was stunned. The Carters had just apologized and begged for peace a few days ago–only to turn around and strike back with such malice. Without hesitation, he told Boyd to deliver the Carters‘ incriminating files to the police that very night.
This time, it wasn’t tax fraud, but an old case: years ago, the Carter family had deliberately staged a car crash to win a contract–one dead, one injured,
An eye for an eye.
With this, the Carter family was in for another round of chaos.
That night, Ivy lay in bed next to Jamison, holding him close in silence.
He bent down and kissed her, but she barely reacted, prompting him to nip her gently on the shoulder.
“Ow! What was that for?” Ivy complained, half annoyed, half amused.
“What are you thinking about? I kiss you and you don’t even notice.”
Ivy met his eyes. “I’m just wondering–is there any way to stop Emma for good? If not, everyone around me is at risk. It’ll never end.”
Jamison knew her well enough to realize she already had a plan in mind. “You have an idea?”
“I was thinking of using the Windsor family,” Ivy admitted. “But it feels… wrong.”
Her meaning was clear: since the Windsors wanted her forgiveness, they could prove their sincerity by dealing with Emma for her–in other words, get someone else to do her dirty work.
But she had to keep her own hands clean. If anything went wrong, the blame would have to fall on the Windsors.
True, neither the Windsors nor Emma were saints, but this kind of scheming felt too ruthless. And she wasn’t sure the Windsors would even agree. What if they wer along at first, but backed out when things got serious? She couldn’t risk dragginy Jamison down with her.
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She could take the fall herself, but not if it meant hurting him. This needed careful
thought.
Jamison understood. After a moment’s silence, he said, “If the Windsors approach you again, you can hint at it. They’re opportunists–they’ll probably accept. And if anything comes to light later, as long as there’s no direct evidence tying you to it, they were the ones who made the decision. They took the bait on their own.”
He’d barely finished when Ivy’s phone rang.
“It’s so late–who could be calling now?” she muttered, as Jamison handed her the phone.
She glanced at the screen. Another unknown number.
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