Chapter 2325
“What in the world happened to you? You were fine just a while ago, and nook at this mess. We need to get you to the hospital now!”
Balfour assessed the wound, recognizing the urgency.
“Ha,” Mara scoffed, brushing off his concern, “Balfour, mind your own busines
Even if it kills me, it’s my problem, not yours.”
With that, she attempted to shrug him off and retreat to her room.
“What’s with the attitude? You’re hurt; you need to see a doctor. Before, when you weren’t injured, sure, heading to the hospital would’ve been a waste of resources! Was the doc wrong to say that? Don’t you see the issue here?”
Balfour watched her bite her lip, enduring the pain with a mix of irritation and concern he couldn’t dismiss.
Since she wouldn’t listen, he’d just have to take matters into his own hands and haul her to the hospital.
With that thought, he grabbed Mara, ignoring her struggles, and dragged her toward the
door.
“Balfour, leave me be! Let me die in my room if it comes to that! Stop it, let go of me, let go!”
Mara writhed in protest.
Ivy, overhearing the commotion from upstairs, thought to step out and check. She never expected to see Balfour gripping Mara’s hand so tightly.
Her own hand holding the railing clenched tightly, the back of her hand bruised.
“Keep it down, will you? Grandma and Grandpa are still resting. I don’t want to wake them.” Only then did Mara comply, following Balfour out the door.
Ivy watched their retreating figures from above, only exhaling shakily once they were. gone, staggering back a few steps.
She wasn’t supposed to put weight on her left foot, but in her distraction, she had stood on it, causing a sharp pain.
Sometimes, physical pain was the only way to release the heartache.
Ivy let out a breath and chuckled miserably before silently leaning against the wall, making her way back to her room alone.
There was no point in hoping. Balfour’s heart was always with Mara, even after the
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trouble she’d caused that afternoon. He never had the heart to reprimand her.
Ivy knew their departure wasn’t for a clandestine rendezvous, but the thought still stung, haunting her every time she closed her eyes.
Lying in bed, the vast empty space echoed her solitude. Alone wasn’t a new feeling, but after being around Balfour, his presence had become a comforting constant.
Now, he had left without even looking back.
All Ivy wanted was to leave the villa, regardless of what was going on between Balfour and Mara. She was done looking back. Pulling out her phone, she messaged Margot.
[How’s the cast doing? Have they resumed shooting yet?]
Margot replied instantly as if she’d been waiting for Ivy’s message.
[Not yet. What’s the point without our leading lady? When are you coming back? Didn’t you get discharged yesterday? Why not swing by the set and catch up with everyone?]
Ivy managed a weak smile, claiming she was tied up with something else.
[Is the accommodation the director arranged for the actors still available?]
Colton, ever the immersive director, had provided living quarters for the cast to help them get into character.
